All Paths Lead To You
All paths lead to you, where e'er I stray;
You are the evening star at the end of 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!
Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
