John Banister Tabb



The Recompense

by John Banister Tabb

She brake the box, and all the house was filled
With waftures from the fragrant store thereof,
While at His feet a costlier vase distilled
The bruised balm of penitential love.

And, lo, as if in recompense of her,
Bewildered in the lingering shades of night,
He breaks anon the sealed sepulchre,
And fills the world with rapture and with light.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
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