 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
(LABORARE EST ORARE.)
I could not weep, nor raise a conquering cry
To heaven, above the insufferable years
That smote my life with shadow and with fears,
Nor let the burden of the past go by;
The bruisèd wings of faith refused to fly,
And though my heart was full of bitter tears,
While a great sound of sorrow filled my ears,
Yet no relief would come—I knew not why.
To heaven, above the insufferable years
That smote my life with shadow and with fears,
Nor let the burden of the past go by;
The bruisèd wings of faith refused to fly,
And though my heart was full of bitter tears,
While a great sound of sorrow filled my ears,
Yet no relief would come—I knew not why.
Then in the silence of the darkened days,
I bowed my head to meet some duty slight,
And set my hand to labour, as was right;
When in a moment fell a flood of rays
Upon my soul, till all was blest and right,
And as I worked a voice—“Behold he prays!”
I bowed my head to meet some duty slight,
And set my hand to labour, as was right;
When in a moment fell a flood of rays
Upon my soul, till all was blest and right,
And as I worked a voice—“Behold he prays!”
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |