 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
SWEET LIPS.
I have a child, with tresses fair and bright,
And happy eyes that ever upward look,
Wherein her thoughts are like a story book,
Written in tender characters of light;
And happy eyes that ever upward look,
Wherein her thoughts are like a story book,
Written in tender characters of light;
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And all her frame, so grateful to my sight,
Responds to every influence like a brook,
As if each rippling breath that passed her shook
Her soul, and turned to music in its flight.
Responds to every influence like a brook,
As if each rippling breath that passed her shook
Her soul, and turned to music in its flight.
Her lips are roses that retain their bloom,
And though all flowers are overcast with gloom
In winter, hers have yet no part in this;
And though all flowers are overcast with gloom
In winter, hers have yet no part in this;
They take fresh beauty from a Father's kiss,
And keep their radiance in the darkest room,
The home of sweetness, and the heaven of bliss.
And keep their radiance in the darkest room,
The home of sweetness, and the heaven of bliss.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |