 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
SOFT CHEEKS.
I have a daughter, and her face is fair
As is the morning on the mountain top,
The sunbeams ever play about her hair,
And even at night will all that glory stop;
As is the morning on the mountain top,
The sunbeams ever play about her hair,
And even at night will all that glory stop;
And when upon my bosom's weary crop
Of cares, no dews come through the sultry air,
And fields are pining for the clouds to drop,
She gives them of her tears a living share.
Of cares, no dews come through the sultry air,
And fields are pining for the clouds to drop,
She gives them of her tears a living share.
Her names are sweet and many as the weeks,
That in the heart of the glad summer fall,
And quickly doth she answer to them all;
That in the heart of the glad summer fall,
And quickly doth she answer to them all;
My fond approval prettily she seeks,
And new endearing names, but most of all
She loves to take the title of “Soft Cheeks.”
And new endearing names, but most of all
She loves to take the title of “Soft Cheeks.”
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |