 | [Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb |  |
UNDER THE TREES
(“Exultabunt omnia ligna sylvarum.”)
As oft in wandering distress,
Today in solemn thankfulness,
Unto your God and mine
I come with winnowings of prayer,
O sinless suppliants, to share
Your mysteries divine.
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