 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
COLOUR.
The painter draws the summer from the peach,
And snares the sunset lights with fancy's strands;
And in the compass of his cunning hands,
He brings the stars within the infant's reach.
And snares the sunset lights with fancy's strands;
And in the compass of his cunning hands,
He brings the stars within the infant's reach.
He turns each little hue to living speech,
While binding heaven to earth with rainbow bands,
And learns with music of fair forms to preach,
The gospel of sweet colours to the lands.
While binding heaven to earth with rainbow bands,
And learns with music of fair forms to preach,
The gospel of sweet colours to the lands.
Pure is the revelation of the rose,
That in the bowers of virgin faces glows,
And out of laughing lips in radiance looks;
That in the bowers of virgin faces glows,
And out of laughing lips in radiance looks;
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All heaven is centred in the humblest nooks,
And in the vilest wayside weed that blows,
Breathes a religion never taught by books.
And in the vilest wayside weed that blows,
Breathes a religion never taught by books.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |