 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE VICTORY OF THE GRAVE.
To conquer death is but a little thing,
To spoil the grave is what ten thousand dare,
Whose name in honour never has a share,
Nor flies across the earth on glory's wing;
To spoil the grave is what ten thousand dare,
Whose name in honour never has a share,
Nor flies across the earth on glory's wing;
But time is long and death is loth to spare,
While life is short and shadows round it cling,
And what no powers of hell availed to bear,
The silent armies of oblivion bring.
While life is short and shadows round it cling,
And what no powers of hell availed to bear,
The silent armies of oblivion bring.
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If earth forgets the glorious souls, that gave
Their love and life and all their bosom store,
And sank themselves that other souls might soar;
Their love and life and all their bosom store,
And sank themselves that other souls might soar;
And if the world is but the season's slave,
When man is less and circumstance is more,
This is alas! the victory of the grave.
When man is less and circumstance is more,
This is alas! the victory of the grave.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |