 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE JOY OF SORROW.
The taste of evil secret terrors cloy,
While bitter pangs are hid in pleasant sin,
And with each error trouble enters in,
But gladness is a maiden mute and coy.
While bitter pangs are hid in pleasant sin,
And with each error trouble enters in,
But gladness is a maiden mute and coy.
Her welcome never lustful lovers win,
That woo her as a mistress or a toy;
But sued in sadness then her balms begin,
And he that sows in tears shall reap in joy.
That woo her as a mistress or a toy;
But sued in sadness then her balms begin,
And he that sows in tears shall reap in joy.
There is a bliss in all our blighted hopes,
Which avenues of peace with patience opes,
To those that meekly bow to blasts of wrong;
Which avenues of peace with patience opes,
To those that meekly bow to blasts of wrong;
When overcoming though they suffer long,
They wring from pain with which the promise copes,
The joy of sorrow set by faith to song.
They wring from pain with which the promise copes,
The joy of sorrow set by faith to song.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |