Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
E. Dickinson.
Confided.
Another lamb, O Lamb of God, behold,
Within this quiet fold,
Among Thy Father's sheep
I lay to sleep!
A heart that never for a night did rest
Beyond its mother's breast.
Lord, keep it close to Thee,
Lest waking it should bleat and pine for me!
J.B. Tabb.
In Absence.
All that thou art not, makes not up the sum
Of what thou art, belovèd, unto me:
All other voices, wanting thine, are dumb;
All vision, in thine absence, vacancy.
J.B. Tabb.