 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
OUT IN THE WORLD.
And must she leave her father's home.
That little patch of kindly loam,
The yellow soil she loves so well,
With alien hearts and homes to dwell?
That little patch of kindly loam,
The yellow soil she loves so well,
With alien hearts and homes to dwell?
Cold is the bitter wind and chill
The parting by the mossy rill;
But colder far the deepening doubt,
The darkness felt, the world without.
The parting by the mossy rill;
But colder far the deepening doubt,
The darkness felt, the world without.
Yet forth she goes with aimless air,
Ill formed the rugged road to bear;
With feeble feet, with troubled mind,
And casting tearful looks behind.
Ill formed the rugged road to bear;
With feeble feet, with troubled mind,
And casting tearful looks behind.
Her love was better than her fate,
She found her deadly sin too late;
And half the cruel woes to be,
We dare not guess, we cannot see.
She found her deadly sin too late;
And half the cruel woes to be,
We dare not guess, we cannot see.
She goes to join the maddening throngs,
Which veil in vain their nameless wrongs;
Unsphered and rayless stars that roam,
For ever farther from their home.
Which veil in vain their nameless wrongs;
Unsphered and rayless stars that roam,
For ever farther from their home.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |