Poems by John B. Tabb | ||
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RESURRECTION.
All that springeth from the sod
Tendeth upwards unto God;
All that cometh from the skies
Urging it anon to rise.
Tendeth upwards unto God;
All that cometh from the skies
Urging it anon to rise.
Winter's life-delaying breath
Leaveneth the lump of death,
Till the frailest fettered bloom
Moves the earth, and bursts the tomb.
Leaveneth the lump of death,
Till the frailest fettered bloom
Moves the earth, and bursts the tomb.
Welcome, then, Time's threshing-pain
And the furrows where each grain,
Like a Samson, blossom-shorn,
Waits the resurrection morn.
And the furrows where each grain,
Like a Samson, blossom-shorn,
Waits the resurrection morn.
Poems by John B. Tabb | ||