John Bannister Tabb

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Is then the light so near
That seems so far to me?
E'en so about us here
All vanished joys may be.

Time's chrysalis outgrown,
The garments that they wore--
Sight, smell, touch, taste, and tone--
They heed them now no more;

For deep to answering deep
Calls through eternity,
E'en as these tears I weep,
Alas, but cannot see!

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