For singing till his heaven fills, ’Tis love of ea — George Meredith

For singing till his heaven fills, ’Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.

The Lark Ascending [1881], l. 65

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