| Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917. |
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| 364. A Basque Peasant returning from Church |
| By Anna Bunston (Mrs. De Bary) |
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| O LITTLE lark, you need not fly | |
| To seek your Master in the sky, | |
| He treads our native sod; | |
| Why should you sing aloft, apart? | |
| Sing to the heaven of my heart; | 5 |
| In me, in me, in me is God! | |
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| O strangers passing in your car, | |
| You pity me who come so far | |
| On dusty feet, ill shod; | |
| You cannot guess, you cannot know | 10 |
| Upon what wings of joy I go | |
| Who travel home with God. | |
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| From far-off lands they bring your fare, | |
| Earth’s choicest morsels are your share, | |
| And prize of gun and rod; | 15 |
| At richer boards I take my seat, | |
| Have dainties angels may not eat: | |
| In me, in me, in me is God! | |
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| O little lark, sing loud and long | |
| To Him who gave you flight and song, | 20 |
| And me a heart aflame. | |
| He loveth them of low degree, | |
| And He hath magnified me, | |
| And holy, holy, holy is His Name! | |
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