[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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WAVES
We sighed of old till underneath His feet
Our pulses beat,
Again to sigh in restlessness until
He saith, “Be still.”
Our pulses beat,
Again to sigh in restlessness until
He saith, “Be still.”
And with us is the ever-moving wind,
And all mankind—
A triple chorus—each upheaving breast,
A sigh for rest.
And all mankind—
A triple chorus—each upheaving breast,
A sigh for rest.
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