[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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OUR FIRST-BORN |
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OUR FIRST-BORN
It died so young! and yet,
Of all that vanished hence,
Is none to lingering regret
So lost as Innocence:
Of all that vanished hence,
Is none to lingering regret
So lost as Innocence:
For wheresoe'er we go,
Whatever else remain,
That Favorite of Heaven, we know,
We shall not find again.
Whatever else remain,
That Favorite of Heaven, we know,
We shall not find again.
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