 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
ROCKINGHAM.
Gray pile, of grand and weather-beaten stone,
Standing so boldly on the steadfast height,
In thy proud beauty, calm, erect, and lone,
Watching the ages in their weary flight!
Standing so boldly on the steadfast height,
In thy proud beauty, calm, erect, and lone,
Watching the ages in their weary flight!
Time has not dimmed that crown of honour bright,
And even disaster hast thou made thy own,
Stooping a moment from thy starry throne,
To rise more radiant from the passing night.
And even disaster hast thou made thy own,
Stooping a moment from thy starry throne,
To rise more radiant from the passing night.
Behold, thy towers for evermore shall stand,
A wonder and a witness to the land,
Though many a younger fabric round thee falls;
A wonder and a witness to the land,
Though many a younger fabric round thee falls;
For in thy fair and hospitable halls,
God's work is duly wrought with ready hand,
And worship is the buttress of thy walls.
God's work is duly wrought with ready hand,
And worship is the buttress of thy walls.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |