 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO THE COUNTESS R---.
Oh, art thou gone, and I have never known
The sweetness of thy presence, and the light
That sat upon thy forehead as a throne,
And lent a power when nothing else was bright?
The sweetness of thy presence, and the light
That sat upon thy forehead as a throne,
And lent a power when nothing else was bright?
Yea, thou hast passed, fair Mother, from my sight,
(Ere I had learnt to feel thee all my own,
Or to the knowledge of thy gifts had grown),
To a serener home and grander height.
(Ere I had learnt to feel thee all my own,
Or to the knowledge of thy gifts had grown),
To a serener home and grander height.
Yet hast thou left me something of thee still,
A portion of thy presence, and the thrill
Of mighty thoughts that anchor me to God;
A portion of thy presence, and the thrill
Of mighty thoughts that anchor me to God;
That makes the humblest twig and meanest clod,
Glow like the stars that space celestial fill,
Wave like the waving of a prophet's rod.
Glow like the stars that space celestial fill,
Wave like the waving of a prophet's rod.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |