 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
A BROKEN HEART.
I gave the world the glory of the years,
The dew and blossom and the wealth of life,
Hope's yearning youth and sorrow's sacred tears,
The tender blade, the ripe and full-grown ears;
The dew and blossom and the wealth of life,
Hope's yearning youth and sorrow's sacred tears,
The tender blade, the ripe and full-grown ears;
I gave to man the shoots with promise rife,
And pruned the budding branches with the knife
Of wise denial, forged by wholesome fears,
Till golden harvests crowned the fruitful strife.
And pruned the budding branches with the knife
Of wise denial, forged by wholesome fears,
Till golden harvests crowned the fruitful strife.
And now on Thee, O God, what fitting part
In these poor dregs and leavings of the hours,
Can I bestow from all my wasted powers?
In these poor dregs and leavings of the hours,
Can I bestow from all my wasted powers?
For though I see how beautiful Thou art,
More precious than the earth's most costly dowers,
Yet I can give Thee but—a broken heart.
More precious than the earth's most costly dowers,
Yet I can give Thee but—a broken heart.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |