Oh! the boundless, stretching skies,
With their myriad starry eyes, -
What a secret in them lies!
When our hearts the sorest burn,
Thither we by instinct turn,
Seeking sorrow's cause to learn.
Oh! the boundless, stretching skies,
With their myriad starry eyes, -
What a secret in them lies!
When our hearts the sorest burn,
Thither we by instinct turn,
Seeking sorrow's cause to learn.