 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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THE STARRY WAY.
Oh, there are seasons when the shadows flee,
And radiant morning rises on the soul,
As far away the baffled thunders roll,
And then, sweet maiden, I would bring my plea;
And radiant morning rises on the soul,
As far away the baffled thunders roll,
And then, sweet maiden, I would bring my plea;
And in the silence I would talk with thee,
Of joys the Past has sculptured on its scroll,
And wonders of the world that are to be,
While earth is circling to its sacred goal.
Of joys the Past has sculptured on its scroll,
And wonders of the world that are to be,
While earth is circling to its sacred goal.
And half my life I would with gladness pawn,
To see fair Freedom striking from their stay,
The creeds that fetter and the cults they spawn;
To see fair Freedom striking from their stay,
The creeds that fetter and the cults they spawn;
And while it purged the iron from the clay,
I still with thee would walk the starry way,
That leads to glory through the gates of Dawn.
I still with thee would walk the starry way,
That leads to glory through the gates of Dawn.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |