THE lark has sung his carol in t The bees have hummed their noone harne A few short years-and then these sounds shal! Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sir-loin; HUMAN LIFE. THE lark has sung his carol in the sky; Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years-and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sir-loin; |