 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE SUMMER IN THE SEED.
But words are weak to paint thee as thou art,
And what thou wilt be never dream could guess,
For thou hast every charm of face and heart,
The years to brighten and the world to bless.
And what thou wilt be never dream could guess,
For thou hast every charm of face and heart,
The years to brighten and the world to bless.
A balm to make the bitterest burden less,
A smile to draw the sting from any smart,
A tear to wash the poison from the dart,
And tender hands to lull the stormy stress.
A smile to draw the sting from any smart,
A tear to wash the poison from the dart,
And tender hands to lull the stormy stress.
Yet well I know thy beauty in the bud,
Will gather grace from each succeeding hour,
And store fresh treasures in its virgin bower;
Will gather grace from each succeeding hour,
And store fresh treasures in its virgin bower;
As hides the seed the summer in its blood.
And gains new life from even the winter flood,
To give the world at last a perfect flower.
And gains new life from even the winter flood,
To give the world at last a perfect flower.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |