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Lyrics by John B Tabb
Tabb, John B. (1845-1909)
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QUATRAINS.
SONNETS.
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Lyrics by John B Tabb
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SAND.
Sterile
sister though I be,
Twinborn to the barren Sea,
Yet of all things fruitful we
Wait the end; and presently,
Lo, they are not! then to me
(Children to the nurse's knee)
Come the billows fresh and free,
Breathing Immortality.
Lyrics by John B Tabb