John Bannister Tabb
Missing - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
Thou that didst leave the ninety & the nine
To seek the one,
Behold, among the many that are mine,
A lamb is gone.
The one perchance the worthiest to be,
Dear Lord, with Thee;
And so the saddest for the Mother's heart
With him to part.
O Thou, Thyself a mourning Mother's Son,
Fold close my little one!
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