 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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INVOCATION.
Come, gentle Sleep!
Unchiding mother of a wayward son;
Come, and mine eyelids steep,
For day is done.
And night's cold shadow steals my lonely soul upon.
Unchiding mother of a wayward son;
Come, and mine eyelids steep,
For day is done.
And night's cold shadow steals my lonely soul upon.
Come, Queen of Peace!
And seal me with thy benediction now;
Come, and from care release
The throbbing brow,
And to thy sceptred calm each stern emotion bow.
And seal me with thy benediction now;
Come, and from care release
The throbbing brow,
And to thy sceptred calm each stern emotion bow.
Bring with thee dreams—
Responsive visions of the days gone by,
Still as in quiet streams
The pictured sky,
That with a soothing charm allures the pensive eye.
Responsive visions of the days gone by,
Still as in quiet streams
The pictured sky,
That with a soothing charm allures the pensive eye.
Thou art of Love
A tender token to each erring child,
Sent, as the holy dove
O'er waters wild:
The one remaining joy of Eden undefiled.
A tender token to each erring child,
Sent, as the holy dove
O'er waters wild:
The one remaining joy of Eden undefiled.
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As pilgrims, we,
Thy children, weary of the shifting scene,
Turn for repose to thee:
Thy brow serene
No frown repulsive clouds, the yearning heart to wean.
Thy children, weary of the shifting scene,
Turn for repose to thee:
Thy brow serene
No frown repulsive clouds, the yearning heart to wean.
When life is spent,
And Death, thy brother, claimeth as his own
All that thy favor lent,
Then for thy son
Plead, that he kindly deal, as thou hast ever done.
And Death, thy brother, claimeth as his own
All that thy favor lent,
Then for thy son
Plead, that he kindly deal, as thou hast ever done.
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