Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
II
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards — day!
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards — day!
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