Worshippers Poem by John Bannister Tabb
Worshippers
The gift of utterance is ours,
Love's service to proclaim;
But in the fragrance of the flowers
There breathes a purer flame.
Abiding in their place of birth,
They cleave unto the sod,
In reverence, nearer unto earth;
In lowliness, to God.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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