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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 |  |
THE BURDEN OF BURDENS.
Before the morning I began my toil,
And when the sun had set I laboured still
With steadfast hands, nor fled from that sad soil
Which winds around the world its hateful coil;
And when the sun had set I laboured still
With steadfast hands, nor fled from that sad soil
Which winds around the world its hateful coil;
My spirit spared no effort, for the will
That bore me bravely through the flood of ill,
Was mighty on me as a holy oil,
To consecrate the most unworthy skill,
That bore me bravely through the flood of ill,
Was mighty on me as a holy oil,
To consecrate the most unworthy skill,
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And through the night I drudged until the day,
While fair stars sweetly rose and sweetly set,
For faith upheld me with its deathless ray;
While fair stars sweetly rose and sweetly set,
For faith upheld me with its deathless ray;
But when the seal of heaven my labours met,
Earth only cursed me for the thankless debt,
And turned again to its old sordid way.
Earth only cursed me for the thankless debt,
And turned again to its old sordid way.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |