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 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
LAST NOT LEAST.
Though girt by shattered idols, yet once more
I left for one a niche within my life,
And gave it largely of my richest store,
For it was dearer far than child or wife;
I left for one a niche within my life,
And gave it largely of my richest store,
For it was dearer far than child or wife;
And while the hours with goodly gifts were rife,
I brought it all the sunny seasons bore,
The purple raiment and the golden ore,
And walled it in from every wave of strife.
I brought it all the sunny seasons bore,
The purple raiment and the golden ore,
And walled it in from every wave of strife.
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But trouble entered as a damnèd elf,
While all the beauty perished as it past,
And from its place the pampered god was cast;
While all the beauty perished as it past,
And from its place the pampered god was cast;
It was a ruler throned by pride and pelf,
And though not least of idols it was last,
For, ah, the thing I worshipped was myself.
And though not least of idols it was last,
For, ah, the thing I worshipped was myself.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |