by Ina Donna Coolbrith (1842 - 1928)
Meadow‑Larks Matches base text
Language: English
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am! (Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!) Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm, O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the spring! Sweet, sweet, sweet! O skies serene and blue, That shut the radiant pastures in, that fold the mountain's crest! Sweet, sweet, sweet! What of the clouds ye knew? The vessels ride a golden tide Upon a sea at rest. Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain? Who says that life is sorrowful? O life, so glad, so fleet! Ah! he who leads the noblest life Finds life the noblest gain, The tears of pain a tender rain To make its waters sweet. Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is! Dear heart! I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call. Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss, O world so full of bliss! For life is love, the world is love, And love is over all, For life is love, the world is love, And love is over all!
Composition:
- Set to music by Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944), "Meadow-Larks", op. 78 (Three Songs) no. 1, published 1917
Text Authorship:
- by Ina Donna Coolbrith (1842 - 1928)
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Line count: 36
Word count: 183