Poems by John B. Tabb | ||
45
CHILDHOOD.
Old Sorrow I shall meet again,
And Joy, perchance—but never, never,
Happy Childhood, shall we twain
See each other's face forever!
And Joy, perchance—but never, never,
Happy Childhood, shall we twain
See each other's face forever!
And yet I would not call thee back,
Dear Childhood, lest the sight of me,
Thine old companion, on the rack
Of Age, should sadden even thee.
Dear Childhood, lest the sight of me,
Thine old companion, on the rack
Of Age, should sadden even thee.
Poems by John B. Tabb | ||