Alas! dear Joy, the merriest, is dead. But I have wed Peace ; and... by John B. Tabb

Alas! dear Joy, the merriest, is dead. But I have wed Peace ; and our babe, a boy, New-born, is Joy.

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A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.

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Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.

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And pray, who are you?" by John B. Tabb

And pray, who are you?"

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In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue; To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faith-the fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen.

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Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, by John B. Tabb

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,

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Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush Th... by John B. Tabb

Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.

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Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I, by John B. Tabb

Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,

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