[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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No seed of Joy within us lies.
So, if our souls the blossom bear,
It is a flower of Paradise
That Love has planted there.
So, if our souls the blossom bear,
It is a flower of Paradise
That Love has planted there.
And in its vanished light we trace
A halo of the sunset skies;
A fragrance in the holy place
Survives the sacrifice.
A halo of the sunset skies;
A fragrance in the holy place
Survives the sacrifice.
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