"The cheerful lark, mounting from early bed,
With sweet salutes awakes the drowsy Light;
The earth shee left, and up to Heaven is fled:
There chants her Maker's praises out of sight."
_Purple Island_, C. ix. St. 2.
"From heaven high to chase the cheareless darke,
With mery note her lowd salutes the morning larke."
_Faery Queene_, B. i. c. 11.