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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 |  |
ON THE PAVEMENT.
As on the pavement I am blindly borne,
And struggle with the busy stream of men,
I see the surface into eddies torn,
That toss and moan and pass beyond my ken;
And struggle with the busy stream of men,
I see the surface into eddies torn,
That toss and moan and pass beyond my ken;
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And all a world of sin and suffering then,
As driving mists that blot the face of morn,
Breaks on my vision in a flood forlorn,
And sorrow seems the only citizen.
As driving mists that blot the face of morn,
Breaks on my vision in a flood forlorn,
And sorrow seems the only citizen.
At every step I meet with misery's train,
While in each stone I read a page of pain,
And hear the story that is never old;
While in each stone I read a page of pain,
And hear the story that is never old;
Yea, though the pathway be a tide of gold,
And every moment bring an age of gain,
I know that priceless hearts are bought and sold.
And every moment bring an age of gain,
I know that priceless hearts are bought and sold.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |