 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE FIFTH ESSENCE.
I seek I know not what, but something fair,
That ever flies before me, as I climb
The misty mountain range that men call Time,
And like a perfume haunts the upper air;
That ever flies before me, as I climb
The misty mountain range that men call Time,
And like a perfume haunts the upper air;
But now it glimmers in a woman's hair,
And then I trace it in some cloudless clime,
Where life is simple and the love sublime,
Or find its footstep on the altar stair.
And then I trace it in some cloudless clime,
Where life is simple and the love sublime,
Or find its footstep on the altar stair.
Yea, under cottage roofs it is not mute,
And in the sunshine of a sweet repute
It has a note that never fails to speak;
And in the sunshine of a sweet repute
It has a note that never fails to speak;
And though its home be on the pathless peak,
The ecstasy and passion of pursuit,
Are treasures greater than the truth I seek.
The ecstasy and passion of pursuit,
Are treasures greater than the truth I seek.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |