 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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PURITY.
I met a daughter of the sons of men,
Whose face was sunshine, and whose feet were dew,
That comes at evening when the lights are few,
And whose sweet mouth was like a poet's pen;
Whose face was sunshine, and whose feet were dew,
That comes at evening when the lights are few,
And whose sweet mouth was like a poet's pen;
And lo! our souls a moment touched, and then
I shrank confounded from the glamour new,
Which like the breath of Heaven about her blew,
And gathered every secret in its ken.
I shrank confounded from the glamour new,
Which like the breath of Heaven about her blew,
And gathered every secret in its ken.
Her calm bright glance like sudden lightning came,
Illumed my being in its inmost shame,
While her soft footsteps on the evil trod;
Illumed my being in its inmost shame,
While her soft footsteps on the evil trod;
Her gentle words fell like a judgment rod,
And I beheld with awe her solemn name,
As if unveiled I saw the face of God.
And I beheld with awe her solemn name,
As if unveiled I saw the face of God.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |