 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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IN TENEBRIS
The dawn to ours is dusk to other eyes;
And, light away,
Our stars returning to their native skies
Forget the day.
And, light away,
Our stars returning to their native skies
Forget the day.
If then, some life be brighter for the shade
That darkens mine,
To both, O Lord, more manifest be made
The light divine.
That darkens mine,
To both, O Lord, more manifest be made
The light divine.
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