[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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IN TOUCH
How slight soe'er the motion be,
With palpitating hand
The gentlest breaker of the sea
Betrays it to the land.
With palpitating hand
The gentlest breaker of the sea
Betrays it to the land.
And though a vaster mystery
Hath set our souls apart,
Each wafture from eternity
Reveals thee to my heart.
Hath set our souls apart,
Each wafture from eternity
Reveals thee to my heart.
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