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 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
OUT INTO THE NIGHT.
Forth from her home she plunged into the tide,
Sped by the rebel tongue she could not rule,
In all the bloom of promise and of pride,
With lofty hopes that sweetly to her lied;
Sped by the rebel tongue she could not rule,
In all the bloom of promise and of pride,
With lofty hopes that sweetly to her lied;
Fresh from her broken toys and baby school,
And cherished corner on her mother's stool,
The dangers of the world she now defied,
An easy prey and all too pretty fool.
And cherished corner on her mother's stool,
The dangers of the world she now defied,
An easy prey and all too pretty fool.
And flowers sprang up to cheer her lonely flight,
While from the stones of peril flashed a spark,
That mocked so well the friendly beacon's mark;
While from the stones of peril flashed a spark,
That mocked so well the friendly beacon's mark;
And gaily on by precipices bright,
She went awandering out into the night,
And the great curtain fell—and all was dark.
She went awandering out into the night,
And the great curtain fell—and all was dark.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |