 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE GIFT OF TEARS.
With sighs perchance but without hesitation,
Vexed by the violence of unfruitful years,
Low Love descended from His lofty station,
Disdaining every gift but that of tears;
Vexed by the violence of unfruitful years,
Low Love descended from His lofty station,
Disdaining every gift but that of tears;
And mingling with the mortals not His peers,
He wrought of grief a grander education,
And in the habit of humiliation,
He wrestled with our weakness and our fears.
He wrought of grief a grander education,
And in the habit of humiliation,
He wrestled with our weakness and our fears.
He left the walls of chrysolyte and beryl,
The Holy City and the sons of light,
And boldly entered in the place of peril;
The Holy City and the sons of light,
And boldly entered in the place of peril;
He made the shadows beautiful and bright,
And though the earth was cold and dark and sterile,
He gave the dumb a voice and blindness sight.
And though the earth was cold and dark and sterile,
He gave the dumb a voice and blindness sight.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |