 | [Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb |  |
MORNING-GLORIES
We blossom in the border land
When pilgrim shadows strew
The largess of a liberal hand,
In glittering gems of dew.
When pilgrim shadows strew
The largess of a liberal hand,
In glittering gems of dew.
Too timorous our glances are
The noonday watch to keep:
The sisters of the twilight star,
With him we wake or sleep.
The noonday watch to keep:
The sisters of the twilight star,
With him we wake or sleep.
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