Poems by John B. Tabb | ||
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CONFIDED.
Another lamb, O Lamb of God, behold,Within this quiet fold,
Among Thy Father's sheep
I lay to sleep!
A heart that never for a night did rest
Beyond its mother's breast.
Lord, keep it close to Thee,
Lest waking it should bleat and pine for me!
Poems by John B. Tabb | ||