John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Golden-Rod - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

As Israel, in days of old,
Beneath the prophet's rod,
Amid the waters, backward rolled,
A path triumphant trod;
So, while thy lifted staff appears,
Her pilgrim steps to guide,
The Autumn journeys on, nor fears
The Winter's threatening tide.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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