John Bannister Tabb

Survival

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The tempest past--
A home in ruin laid;
But lo! where last
The little children played
At hide-and-seek,
A footprint small
Pleads silently,
As if afraid to speak.
"Behold in me
A memory,
The least & last of all!"

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