John Bannister Tabb

 Next Poem          

The world His cradle is;
The stars His worshippers;
His "place on earth," the mother's kiss
On lips new pressed to hers.

For she alone to Him
In perfect light appears,
The one horizon never dim
With penitential tears.

Next Poem 

 Back to John Bannister Tabb

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.