Andromeda, and Other Poems/A Lament

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A LAMENT.

THE merry merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; And the merry merry bells below were ringing,  When my child's laugh rang through me.
Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard,  And the lark beside the dreary winter sea;And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard  Sleeps sound till the bell brings me.
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