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First Line: Gold-breasted meadow lark, I heard your call
Last Line: Be not afraid; you lead the advancing year.
Subject(s): Prophecy & Prophets


Gold-breasted meadow lark, I heard your call
From February fields to frozen springs
Of sun and song. Amid March bourgeonings
A sparrow trilled although snow banked each wall.
With blossom-tide, now countless petals fall
Set whirling by the beat of heedless wings.
All day the phoebe to her nestling sings
And cattle roam afield, loosed from the stall.
To gloomy skies they sang -- sparrow and lark,
Impelled by tides of life they felt pursue,
Till warmth and song and blossom now are here.
Cry, prophet voices! Bid the cold world hark!
Times you foretell when toil shall have its due.
Be not afraid; you lead the advancing year.





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