 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
ON THE HAYMARKET.
Sweet little piece of sin,
So fair yet touched with sorrow,
What devil bade thee this damned life begin,
A life with such a morrow,
Sweet little piece of sin?
So fair yet touched with sorrow,
What devil bade thee this damned life begin,
A life with such a morrow,
Sweet little piece of sin?
Fair little piece of flesh,
Why make that beauty venal,
Which keeps its charms yet innocent and fresh,
And woo the judgment penal,
Fair little piece of flesh,
Why make that beauty venal,
Which keeps its charms yet innocent and fresh,
And woo the judgment penal,
Fair little piece of flesh,
Frail little piece of life,
Remember thou art woman;
And though with guilty passions now at strife,
Thy bosom still is human,
Frail little piece of life.
Remember thou art woman;
And though with guilty passions now at strife,
Thy bosom still is human,
Frail little piece of life.
Poor little piece of lust,
That mars thee like a blister,
With all thy failings honour thee I must,
For thou art yet my sister,
Poor little piece of lust.
That mars thee like a blister,
With all thy failings honour thee I must,
For thou art yet my sister,
Poor little piece of lust.
Dear little piece of love,
As I would call thee rather,
In that wide heaven of mercy's home above,
Thou even hast a Father,
Dear little piece of love.
As I would call thee rather,
In that wide heaven of mercy's home above,
Thou even hast a Father,
Dear little piece of love.
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Lost little piece of woe,
Why lamb-like haste to slaughter?
High in the light that is for thee aglow,
God mourneth for His daughter,
Lost little piece of woe.
Why lamb-like haste to slaughter?
High in the light that is for thee aglow,
God mourneth for His daughter,
Lost little piece of woe.
Saved little piece of hope,
Before the final sentence,
Lo, angels lead thee to that upward slope,
Whose name is called Repentance,
Saved little piece of hope.
Before the final sentence,
Lo, angels lead thee to that upward slope,
Whose name is called Repentance,
Saved little piece of hope.
Sweet little piece of sin,
Whose sweetness is corruption,
No better title canst thou ever win,
Than that of God's adoption,
Sweet little piece of sin.
Whose sweetness is corruption,
No better title canst thou ever win,
Than that of God's adoption,
Sweet little piece of sin.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |