 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“CLOUDS OF GLORY.”
And higher still in happier visions ope,
Vast ranges with their vistas of the morn,
And fragments fair of faith's expanded scope,
Beyond the regions by the tempest torn;
Vast ranges with their vistas of the morn,
And fragments fair of faith's expanded scope,
Beyond the regions by the tempest torn;
And in the armèd peace of passion born,
From clouds of glory on the climbing slope,
I hear above the strife and strains forlorn,
The trumpet notes of triumph and of hope.
From clouds of glory on the climbing slope,
I hear above the strife and strains forlorn,
The trumpet notes of triumph and of hope.
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And from the visions comes the voice of love.
Soft as the summer tidings of the dove,
And breaks the bitter spell that on me lay.
Soft as the summer tidings of the dove,
And breaks the bitter spell that on me lay.
Unwind the dawning wonders of the way,
And, lo, the towers of Truth unfold above,
Their tops that tremble at the touch of Day.
And, lo, the towers of Truth unfold above,
Their tops that tremble at the touch of Day.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |