 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
BAPTISED IN BLOOD.
He stood between the dying and the dead,
Soldier of science, armed with awful lore
And mystic charms, that blessed solace bore
To wounded bosom and to weary head.
Soldier of science, armed with awful lore
And mystic charms, that blessed solace bore
To wounded bosom and to weary head.
The cloud of suffering vanished at his tread,
The thorn of sorrow pierced the soul no more
That opened to his touch its bleeding sore,
And his soft word made sweet the pauper's bread.
The thorn of sorrow pierced the soul no more
That opened to his touch its bleeding sore,
And his soft word made sweet the pauper's bread.
Between the dying and the dead he stood,
From shame's wan brow he wiped away the stain,
While taming hands that dared the deed of Cain:
From shame's wan brow he wiped away the stain,
While taming hands that dared the deed of Cain:
But though he broke the power of evil's flood,
His forehead sadly was baptised in blood,
And ere he soothed it he first suffered pain.
His forehead sadly was baptised in blood,
And ere he soothed it he first suffered pain.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |