 | [Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb |  |
WHEAT
Christlike falls the golden grain;Christlike doth it rise again;
Christlike, as our daily food,
One with us in flesh and blood.
| [Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | |
Christlike doth it rise again;
Christlike, as our daily food,
One with us in flesh and blood.