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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 |  |
ANGELS' FOOD.
I knew not what it was in byegone years,
When passion was the most and faith the least,
The food on which the blessed angels feast,
Although I sought it carefully with tears:
When passion was the most and faith the least,
The food on which the blessed angels feast,
Although I sought it carefully with tears:
Although I compassed it with hopes and fears,
Knocked at the golden portals of the East
With daily, nightly prayers that never ceast,
I sought in vain through long and lonely years.
Knocked at the golden portals of the East
With daily, nightly prayers that never ceast,
I sought in vain through long and lonely years.
But now, I know what is this holy food,
That makes the meanest nature great and good,
And can the pulses of Creation move;
That makes the meanest nature great and good,
And can the pulses of Creation move;
Its universal name is only—Love,
And if it is not now quite understood,
Yet I shall taste its fulness all above.
And if it is not now quite understood,
Yet I shall taste its fulness all above.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |