John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Our First-Born - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

It died so young! and yet,
Of all that vanished hence,
Is none to lingering regret
So lost as Innocence:

For wheresoe'er we go,
Whatever else remain,
That Favorite of Heaven, we know,
We shall not find again.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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