 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
AMARANTH.
It grows not in the gardens of the land,
Nor in the books of science is its name,
And though o'ershadowed oft by ugly shame,
It needs no friendly eye nor fostering hand;
Nor in the books of science is its name,
And though o'ershadowed oft by ugly shame,
It needs no friendly eye nor fostering hand;
Its seed from earthly sources never came,
Nor is its growth by mortal breezes fann'd,
But yet it thrives beneath the captive's band,
And shoots its branches through the flood and flame.
Nor is its growth by mortal breezes fann'd,
But yet it thrives beneath the captive's band,
And shoots its branches through the flood and flame.
Yea, I have found it even in childhood's form,
And seen its maiden blossom white and warm,
Beam forth in beauty that a falsehood gave;
And seen its maiden blossom white and warm,
Beam forth in beauty that a falsehood gave;
It springs like Aphrodité from the wave,
It blooms in blood in revolution's storm,
And grows the sweetest on the martyr's grave.
It blooms in blood in revolution's storm,
And grows the sweetest on the martyr's grave.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |