 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE QUEEN OF SORROW.
Imperial maiden, whose majestic soul
By some great sadness is eclipsed and smitten,
As waves of trouble still against thee roll,
And leave their record on thy forehead written;
By some great sadness is eclipsed and smitten,
As waves of trouble still against thee roll,
And leave their record on thy forehead written;
Remember these but bear thee to the goal,
Beyond the shores of shadow weather-bitten,
That is with calm and cloudless glory litten,
And are but bubbles of the boundless whole.
Beyond the shores of shadow weather-bitten,
That is with calm and cloudless glory litten,
And are but bubbles of the boundless whole.
Bear then thy portion bravely to the end,
And from thy own grand heart the weapons borrow,
Which all the powers of evil cannot bend;
And from thy own grand heart the weapons borrow,
Which all the powers of evil cannot bend;
Thou needest but to wait until the morrow,
While we who suffer will thy court attend,
And gladly crown thee Queen—thou Queen of Sorrow.
While we who suffer will thy court attend,
And gladly crown thee Queen—thou Queen of Sorrow.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |