- Written for the Advertiser.
To the Lark.
By Lombardy Maple.
- Oh! I raise thy note thou herald of spring.
- And sing unto my waiting heart;
- And know that every note shall bring
- Fond memories, sweet Meadow Lark.
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- Thy silvery notes now softly float,
- Thy silvery notes now softly float,
- Out o'oer the meadow brown and stark;
- But every note from thy glad throat
- Is dear to me,sweet Meadow Lark!
This may be the first poem written in Nebraska where the subject is birds!