A SKYLARK rose from the weeds. I watched it lift higher and higher, singing all the while. Soon it was just a speck in the blue, but still its outpouring of notes reached me. Even when it had vanished from view, its bubbling music cascaded down. Skylarks can sing at altitudes of a thousand feet, and the human heart can’t help but rise with them; which other bird has inspired so much poetry and music?
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