John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

An Interpreter - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

What, O Eternity,
Is Time to thee?-
What to the boundless All
My portion small?


Lift up thine eyes, my soul!
Against the tidal roll
Stands many a stone,
Whereon the breakers thrown
Are dashed to spray-
Else were the Ocean dumb.


So, in the way
Of tides eternal, thou
Abidest now;
And God himself doth come
A suppliant to thee,
Love's prisoned thought to free.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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