 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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THE TREASURE OF THE TOMB.
Lo, with the burden of the passing bell,
That tolls the downfall of the reign of sense,
A purer comfort comes we know not whence—
Each headstone is a step to heaven or hell.
That tolls the downfall of the reign of sense,
A purer comfort comes we know not whence—
Each headstone is a step to heaven or hell.
And every grave with mute memorial spell,
Has truth engraven on its guardian fence;
And when we break from bondage dark and dense,
The sweetest music is the saddest knell.
Has truth engraven on its guardian fence;
And when we break from bondage dark and dense,
The sweetest music is the saddest knell.
And where these earthly rays can have no room,
By buried hopes and passion spent and sped,
I see the tender Hand that wrought the doom;
By buried hopes and passion spent and sped,
I see the tender Hand that wrought the doom;
Suns as they set the bow of mercy shed,
And with the solemn circle of the dead,
I found a living treasure in the tomb.
And with the solemn circle of the dead,
I found a living treasure in the tomb.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |