 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE ANGEL OF THE DAWN.
I took a haughty love within my breast,
To make it merry with the songs of joy,
I brought it hopes that comely were and coy,
And gave it of my treasures what was best.
To make it merry with the songs of joy,
I brought it hopes that comely were and coy,
And gave it of my treasures what was best.
But when the gladsome strains began to cloy,
O then it sickened and was sorely prest,
It sought a refuge and it found no rest,
And ere the noon it was a broken toy.
O then it sickened and was sorely prest,
It sought a refuge and it found no rest,
And ere the noon it was a broken toy.
I set a humble love upon my heart,
And to it daily sacrificed my pride,
Till at the setting of the sun it died;
And to it daily sacrificed my pride,
Till at the setting of the sun it died;
It left me nothing but a bitter smart,
Yet when the dusk and dawn began to part,
I saw an angel sitting by its side.
Yet when the dusk and dawn began to part,
I saw an angel sitting by its side.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |