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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 |  |
THE SERVICE OF SORROW.
When sorrow came upon me in a cloud,
And all that makes life beautiful was spent,
While the great glory of the earth seemed rent,
And turned into the shadow of a shroud;
And all that makes life beautiful was spent,
While the great glory of the earth seemed rent,
And turned into the shadow of a shroud;
When low before the knife of pain I bowed,
And bared my heart, till all my being went
Forth in an offering, with the life-blood blent,
Even as I knelt I nursed a spirit proud.
And bared my heart, till all my being went
Forth in an offering, with the life-blood blent,
Even as I knelt I nursed a spirit proud.
But ah! the knife of suffering pierced me sore,
It tore away the mask of dazzling lies,
And cut the old and gave me grander ties;
It tore away the mask of dazzling lies,
And cut the old and gave me grander ties;
Till as I anguished on the altar floor,
Truth opened to me like the Temple door—
The sacrifice of meekness sanctifies.
Truth opened to me like the Temple door—
The sacrifice of meekness sanctifies.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |