TO FOLLOW WHERE YOU ROAM.
You are not with roe when the dawn My pathway flood's with rosy light. You are not here —the day is gone, And silence fills the lonesome night. But every Lour my heart will turn From pleasant sights and sounds of home, And every hour my heart will yearn To follow, follow where you roa-m. The summer wakes, the summer fades, The days are long, the days are brief; And through grey mists down woodland glades The frosts fall white on bud and leaf. The scarlet maples burn like fire Against the blue of yonder dome; Still holds my heart the one desire— To follow, follow where you ream. To other lips and eyes I'm blind, They may be sweet—l do not know; As year by year my path I find O'er drifts of bloom or drifts of snow, 'Twill lead at last to yonder phore— The land of rest, the angels' home; Ah. surely there, for evermore, I'll follow, follow where you roaan. —Shambock.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2915, 26 January 1910, Page 71
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170TO FOLLOW WHERE YOU ROAM. Otago Witness, Issue 2915, 26 January 1910, Page 71
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