John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Beatitude - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

And is it well with thee?
Ay, past all dreaming, well!
For here we dwell
Where none may weep,
And Paradise is ours again to keep-
The tree of knowledge in the midst thereof.
Time-ripened love-
The leaves no more for healing, but for food
Of life renewed,
Fresh with the dew, from vanished faith distilled,
Of hope fulfilled.
All round us angels be
To guard the gateways, not with sword of flame,
But fragrant breathings of the holy Name,
That never more an after thought of sin
May enter in.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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