 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
COME HOME! COME HOME!
I look abroad and see but exile sights,
Flowers that have dropped from far serener spheres,
And in the shadows lone mismated lights,
With joys that find a strange abode in tears;
Flowers that have dropped from far serener spheres,
And in the shadows lone mismated lights,
With joys that find a strange abode in tears;
I see that hopes have fellowship with fears,
That prisoned beauty for deliverance fights,
From stern eclipse which all its blossom blights,
The iron yoke of gray and grinding years.
That prisoned beauty for deliverance fights,
From stern eclipse which all its blossom blights,
The iron yoke of gray and grinding years.
However far my devious footsteps roam,
I seem to hear the same unceasing sigh.
From all the blooms that only blow to die;
I seem to hear the same unceasing sigh.
From all the blooms that only blow to die;
And from the gardens under the cold foam,
Goes up to heaven one sad and common cry,
And silence answers, “O come home, come home!”
Goes up to heaven one sad and common cry,
And silence answers, “O come home, come home!”
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |