John Banister Tabb




by John Banister Tabb

"I bring thee balm, and, lo, Thou art not here!
Twice have I poured mine ointment on Thy brow,
And washed Thy feet with tears. Disdain'st Thou now
The spikenard and the myrrh?"

Has Death, alas, betrayed Thee with a kiss
That seals Thee from the memory of mine?

Mary! It is the self-same Voice Divine.
"Rabboni!" -- only this.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
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