 | A selection from the verses of John B. Tabb |  |
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LIGHT IN DARKNESS
The day—of sorrows pitiless—
Proclaims “He is not here”;
But never hath the tenderness
Of Night denied thee near.
Proclaims “He is not here”;
But never hath the tenderness
Of Night denied thee near.
Nay, with the twilight sympathy
Returning from afar,
She wakes again for memory
The dawn-extinguished star.
Returning from afar,
She wakes again for memory
The dawn-extinguished star.
| A selection from the verses of John B. Tabb | |