 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE BAPTISM OF SORROW.
Blest are the souls that Sorrow marks from birth,
For the great empire where abasement lies,
And severs as the sanctuaries of worth,
When the red harlot Fortune from them flies.
For the great empire where abasement lies,
And severs as the sanctuaries of worth,
When the red harlot Fortune from them flies.
They find a better treasure in the dearth,
Refreshing streams of purer promise rise
Even from the desolations of the earth,
And suffering while it crushes sanctifies.
Refreshing streams of purer promise rise
Even from the desolations of the earth,
And suffering while it crushes sanctifies.
Although the billows that beset us sore,
Between us and our earthly idols roll,
Pain is a path that has a glorious goal;
Between us and our earthly idols roll,
Pain is a path that has a glorious goal;
Its tempests toss us to a peaceful shore,
While separation but anoints the soul,
And crowns it as a king for evermore.
While separation but anoints the soul,
And crowns it as a king for evermore.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |