 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
HEAVEN.
It is not rest nor joy nor any lot,
However bright and pure and free from pain,
Though emptied all of every ache and stain,
Where work is wanting and where change is not;
However bright and pure and free from pain,
Though emptied all of every ache and stain,
Where work is wanting and where change is not;
Yea, if at last we break our bondage vain,
And loose about our neeks the prisoner's knot,
'Tis but another service yet to gain,
And to work out the good on earth we got.
And loose about our neeks the prisoner's knot,
'Tis but another service yet to gain,
And to work out the good on earth we got.
The only rest is liberty of change,
Where time is tuned to variations strange,
In toil that knows no staying of its store;
Where time is tuned to variations strange,
In toil that knows no staying of its store;
The only joy is still to gather lore,
Fresh sermons from a new and nobler range,
To labour and to learn for evermore.
Fresh sermons from a new and nobler range,
To labour and to learn for evermore.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |