[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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Fair sorceress, upon thy calm domainWe gaze in ceaseless wonder, compassed round
By slow-expanding visions interwound
With phantasies of pleasure, hope, and pain.
In thee life's wearied echoes find again
A silent fold: in thee each herald sound,
As in an Ocean's slumberous depth profound,
Awaits the future and her shadowy train.
All hearts the mild enchantment of thy sway
Subdues to subtlest sympathies benign—
To thee the golden Present, day by day,
For some far-glittering idol we resign,
And, like to exiles, homeward journeying, say:
“Our sighs, our dreams, our longings, all are thine.”
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