'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||
IN MEMORY OF Clementine Augusta, Marchioness Camden, Born 6th May, 1848, and Died 27th March, 1886.
No fading wreath for her, who was a “Flower”
Herself, and by a noble native right,
Turning her tender graces to the Light,
And drawing thence all beauty and all power;
But wreath of honour true, a fitting dower,
That knows not touch of winter's age or blight,
For her who rose where little glories lower,
And blossomed sweetest in the darkest night.
Herself, and by a noble native right,
Turning her tender graces to the Light,
And drawing thence all beauty and all power;
But wreath of honour true, a fitting dower,
That knows not touch of winter's age or blight,
For her who rose where little glories lower,
And blossomed sweetest in the darkest night.
For her no sadness of the common doom,
A few false tears, and the yet falser line
Of flattery's leaves, that round the memory twine;
She is not dead, but from this gaslit gloom
Transplanted, into brighter heavenly bloom—
Beloved, bemourned by all, sweet Clementine;
A few false tears, and the yet falser line
Of flattery's leaves, that round the memory twine;
She is not dead, but from this gaslit gloom
Transplanted, into brighter heavenly bloom—
Beloved, bemourned by all, sweet Clementine;
'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||