 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“MOTHER OF ALL THE DOVES.”
Mother of all the doves, when morning beams,
I see them circling round thy radiant head,
With rainbow-coloured wings about them spread,
While the glad sunshine on their plumage gleams;
I see them circling round thy radiant head,
With rainbow-coloured wings about them spread,
While the glad sunshine on their plumage gleams;
Lo, from thy lips they take their daily bread,
And when through cloudy rifts of silver seams,
The moon and stars their purple pavement tread,
They nestle on thy breast in blissful dreams.
And when through cloudy rifts of silver seams,
The moon and stars their purple pavement tread,
They nestle on thy breast in blissful dreams.
Mother of all the doves and happy things,
In thy soft heart all soft things find a nest,
To thee whate'er is sweet and helpless clings;
In thy soft heart all soft things find a nest,
To thee whate'er is sweet and helpless clings;
Ah, had I only childhood's right of rest,
And like thy doves a pair of heavenly wings,
Then would I fly as quickly to thy breast.
And like thy doves a pair of heavenly wings,
Then would I fly as quickly to thy breast.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |