 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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AGAINST THE SKY.
See, where the foliage fronts the sky,
How many a meaning we descry
That else had never to the eye
A signal shown!
How many a meaning we descry
That else had never to the eye
A signal shown!
So we, on life's horizon-line,
To watchers waiting for a sign,
Perchance interpret Love's design,
To us unknown.
To watchers waiting for a sign,
Perchance interpret Love's design,
To us unknown.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |