 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
WHITE ROSE MAIDEN.
Thou white rose maiden, shining through the dark,
We voyage for a dim and distant port
In the poor shelter of a battered ark,
O'er these gray seas on which our lives embark;
We voyage for a dim and distant port
In the poor shelter of a battered ark,
O'er these gray seas on which our lives embark;
To thee the tempest is but idle sport,
And all our troubles are a shadow short,
From which the beacon's lustre youth may mark,
And hear the gathering in the Temple's court.
And all our troubles are a shadow short,
From which the beacon's lustre youth may mark,
And hear the gathering in the Temple's court.
But we are far from sunny morning hours,
And only feel the glooming of the night,
Which overflows to thee with waves of light;
And only feel the glooming of the night,
Which overflows to thee with waves of light;
For thou art fresh from Eden's fairest bowers,
A bud transplanted from its pleasant flowers,
To make our gardens beautiful and bright.
A bud transplanted from its pleasant flowers,
To make our gardens beautiful and bright.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |