The Riverside song book/My Own shall come to me

by John Burroughs

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MY OWN SHALL COME TO ME.

John Burroughs. E. W. Foster.

Moderato sostenuto.

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rene I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea. I

rave no more 'gainst time or fate. For lo! my own shall come to me. I

cres. poco rail.

stay my haste, I make de - lays, For what a - vails this ea-ger pace? 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? I wait with joy the com-ing

years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And gath-er up its fruits of

tears; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And gath-er up its fruits of tears.

The wa - ters know their own and draw The brook that

springs from yon - der height; So flows the good with e - qual

law Un - to the soul, the soul of pure de - light. The