 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
ANGELS' THRONES.
I see dim shadows and wild shapes, that pass
Beneath the garish gaslights, and the scars
With which they banish heaven and all its stars,
Like phantom figures in a magic glass.
Beneath the garish gaslights, and the scars
With which they banish heaven and all its stars,
Like phantom figures in a magic glass.
And as between two nights, through iron bars,
I catch the writhings of the wretched class,
Whose discord mad with all our music jars,
For ever tossing in a troubled mass.
I catch the writhings of the wretched class,
Whose discord mad with all our music jars,
For ever tossing in a troubled mass.
But though the misery darkly murmurs round,
Still seething with its sad eternal sound,
Yet there the angels plant benignant thrones;
Still seething with its sad eternal sound,
Yet there the angels plant benignant thrones;
These to the spirit speak in children's tones,
Who sweeten as they sway the bitterest bound,
And soften with their steps the heartless stones.
Who sweeten as they sway the bitterest bound,
And soften with their steps the heartless stones.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |