 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
BENEATH HIS WINGS.
A horror of great darkness on me fell,
And lay like midnight on my very soul,
While in my ears the thunder seemed to roll
For ever, with a sad and solemn knell;
A storm was gathering round my path, and stole
The strength that in my heart was wont to dwell,
It wrapped me round with its increasing swell,
And swept me onward to a gravelike goal.
And lay like midnight on my very soul,
While in my ears the thunder seemed to roll
For ever, with a sad and solemn knell;
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The strength that in my heart was wont to dwell,
It wrapped me round with its increasing swell,
And swept me onward to a gravelike goal.
Then lightning flashed, and lo! the clouds of doom
Were cloven through, and the reluctant gloom
Broke, as a mist which to the mountain clings;
And I beheld the Father's hand, that brings
Death unto life and barrenness to bloom,
And I was walking but beneath His wings.
Were cloven through, and the reluctant gloom
Broke, as a mist which to the mountain clings;
And I beheld the Father's hand, that brings
Death unto life and barrenness to bloom,
And I was walking but beneath His wings.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |