Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Memory

I go not to the grave to weep,
But to my heart, wherein I keep
A hidden manna that hath fed
Alike the living and the dead.

We gathered it as, day by day,
It fell from heaven upon our way,
To be, if haply one were gone,
The bread for both to feed upon.

1. Foot-Soldiers
2. The Baby's Star
3. The Bluebird
4. The Woodpecker
5. Light and Shadow

Edgar Guest Memory ("I stood and watched him playing")

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