John Burroughs,
The Riverside song book — My Own shall come to me
(1893)
“ I stars come nightly to the sky; The ti - dal wave un - to the sea; Nor stand, a - mid th'e - ter - nal ways. And what is mine shall know my face, I time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own a - way from me, Nor Stand a - mid th'e - ter-nal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own a - way from me. A-sleep, a - wake, by night or day The friends I seek are seek-ing me; No wind can drive my bark a - way, Nor change the tide of des - ti - ny. What mat-ter if I stand a-lone? ”
