 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE GREAT GULF FIXED.
Between thee and the world wherein I dwell,
The holy presence of some purer power,
Sweet as the fragrance of an unseen flower,
Enfolds a rapture that no tongue can tell;
The holy presence of some purer power,
Sweet as the fragrance of an unseen flower,
Enfolds a rapture that no tongue can tell;
A portion that is blesséd childhood's dower,
On which no cloud of coarseness ever fell,
And yet it has the awe and brooding spell,
That part the shadow from the thunder shower.
On which no cloud of coarseness ever fell,
And yet it has the awe and brooding spell,
That part the shadow from the thunder shower.
It is the pathos turned to smile or tear,
The wondrous fount that flows with hope and fear,
And pours a halo round the hero's head;
The wondrous fount that flows with hope and fear,
And pours a halo round the hero's head;
The space which holds the dying from the dead,
A solemn hush, a sacred atmosphere,
Where loftiest angels dare not lightly tread.
A solemn hush, a sacred atmosphere,
Where loftiest angels dare not lightly tread.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |