 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE DARK MOUNTAINS.
The plains of life but not the pangs are past,
The vales but not the peril and the press;
And trouble with a travail I but guess,
Paints on the present shadows vague and vast.
The vales but not the peril and the press;
And trouble with a travail I but guess,
Paints on the present shadows vague and vast.
Fears on the future cold enchantments cast,
That more bewilder while revealing less;
And to their goal my feet are hurried fast,
Borne with a stern inevitable stress.
That more bewilder while revealing less;
And to their goal my feet are hurried fast,
Borne with a stern inevitable stress.
Above me loom the mountains dark and dread,
With night eternal on their summit spread,
And in their bosom blasts and thunders dire:
With night eternal on their summit spread,
And in their bosom blasts and thunders dire:
Yet through the fierce artillery of fire,
And in the dim encampments of the dead,
I stumble on the stores of life's desire.
And in the dim encampments of the dead,
I stumble on the stores of life's desire.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |