Moments Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Moments



Like the manna, mute as snow,
Swift the Moments come & go,
Each sufficient for the needs
Of the multitude it feeds;
One to all, and all to one,
Superfluity to none,
Ever dying but to give
Life whereon alone we live.

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