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 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
KNOCKING.
'Tis bitter work to beat against the rock,
(Yet never gain an entrance to the rest,
That bears the weary on its tender breast),
And at the portals of the light to knock;
(Yet never gain an entrance to the rest,
That bears the weary on its tender breast),
And at the portals of the light to knock;
But sore misgivings all approaches block,
And doubt, that darkens where its foot is prest,
Sets on the doors its sad and sullen lock,
And bars the way whose issue else were blest.
And doubt, that darkens where its foot is prest,
Sets on the doors its sad and sullen lock,
And bars the way whose issue else were blest.
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But childhood has no barren quest of pain
Nor are its search and satisfaction twain,
Its faith is furthered by the prisoner's band;
Nor are its search and satisfaction twain,
Its faith is furthered by the prisoner's band;
While at one touch of its caressing hand,
Lo, every barrier is built up in vain,
And revelation's golden gates expand.
Lo, every barrier is built up in vain,
And revelation's golden gates expand.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |