 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
ON JESUS' BREAST.
I tried a thousand spots on which to lay
My aching head, so harassed with the goad
Of little cares, that made the weary day
A lengthening and insufferable load;
My aching head, so harassed with the goad
Of little cares, that made the weary day
A lengthening and insufferable load;
From the damp dungeon with the snake and toad,
To dazzling seats that kept perpetual day,
I duly trod each glad and glorious road,
I tried them all and nothing found to stay.
To dazzling seats that kept perpetual day,
I duly trod each glad and glorious road,
I tried them all and nothing found to stay.
I vainly sought with universal quest,
Through bowery valley and in bloomy lea,
In fair white arms that had a heavenlier plea;
Through bowery valley and in bloomy lea,
In fair white arms that had a heavenlier plea;
And then I found, more sweet than woman's rest,
Softer and wider than the summer sea,
The place I panted for—on Jesus' breast.
Softer and wider than the summer sea,
The place I panted for—on Jesus' breast.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |