 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE STING OF DEATH.
Death is a friend who has a fairer mien,
Than any friend that life can give our lot,
If we have played our parts upon the scene,
Rejoiced that heaven was blue and earth was green
Than any friend that life can give our lot,
If we have played our parts upon the scene,
Rejoiced that heaven was blue and earth was green
And though to-day we are and then are not,
While sin and sorrow still against us plot,
Death cannot kill the blisses that have been,
And only hallows what was once a blot.
While sin and sorrow still against us plot,
Death cannot kill the blisses that have been,
And only hallows what was once a blot.
But though a man should every joy have proved,
Wrung from reluctant fame the victor's bays,
Or mountains in the path of progress moved;
Wrung from reluctant fame the victor's bays,
Or mountains in the path of progress moved;
Yet if no love has lightened on his ways,
Ah, then the sting of death that nought allays,
Is to have lived and never to have loved.
Ah, then the sting of death that nought allays,
Is to have lived and never to have loved.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |