Morning-Glories Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Morning-Glories



We blossom in the border land
When pilgrim shadows strew
The largess of a liberal hand,
In glittering gems of dew.


Too timorous our glances are
The noonday watch to keep:
The sisters of the twilight star,
With him we wake or sleep.

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