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 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE FIRE FROM HEAVEN.
I raised an altar, built of costly stones,
Unto the God I worshipped, on a height
Which the first kisses of the morning light
Received, and heard the breezes' earliest tones;
Unto the God I worshipped, on a height
Which the first kisses of the morning light
Received, and heard the breezes' earliest tones;
And on these jewels plucked from royal thrones,
I laid an offering beautiful and bright,
The tribute of the fairest, richest zones,
And all that was most grateful to the sight.
I laid an offering beautiful and bright,
The tribute of the fairest, richest zones,
And all that was most grateful to the sight.
And yet I built and offered still in vain,
For to my purest offering clove a stain,
And I could nowhere find a kindling spark;
For to my purest offering clove a stain,
And I could nowhere find a kindling spark;
But when I aimed at a more lofty mark,
And sacrificed my will, albeit with pain,
Fell fire from heaven and lit that altar dark.
And sacrificed my will, albeit with pain,
Fell fire from heaven and lit that altar dark.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |