All Paths Lead to You
by Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
All paths lead to you
where e'er I stray,
You are the evening star
At the end of the day.
All paths lead to you
Hill-top or low,
You are the white birch
In the sun's glow.
All paths lead to you
Where e'er I roam.
You are the lark-song
Calling me home!
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