 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
AT HIS FEET.
The way was long and weary, and it led
Through dim untrodden paths of bitter gloom,
Where flowers rose up and blossomed without bloom,
And then again lay down ere Spring had sped:
Through dim untrodden paths of bitter gloom,
Where flowers rose up and blossomed without bloom,
And then again lay down ere Spring had sped:
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I walked as in a vision to my doom,
My thoughts were fellows of the prisoned dead,
And seemed but echoes of the solemn tomb,
And there was weeping—but no tears were shed.
My thoughts were fellows of the prisoned dead,
And seemed but echoes of the solemn tomb,
And there was weeping—but no tears were shed.
Then as I sought a sure and calm retreat,
I struck and stumbled on my journey's bound,
And what I fled was yet the Mercy-seat;
I struck and stumbled on my journey's bound,
And what I fled was yet the Mercy-seat;
For, lo, it was the Shepherd I had found,
Who met me thus on Calvary's trysting-ground,
And I had fallen only at His feet.
Who met me thus on Calvary's trysting-ground,
And I had fallen only at His feet.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |