 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
FALLEN.
Thou wast the glory of all times and lands,
And art thou fallen from thy fair estate,
Queen among nations, whom all men called great,
Though now they point at thee contemptuous hands?
And art thou fallen from thy fair estate,
Queen among nations, whom all men called great,
Though now they point at thee contemptuous hands?
Ah, dost thou stoop and hug thy hateful bands,
And in dishonour find a fitting mate,
When courage is the conqneror of fate,
And fortune gives what fortitude demands?
And in dishonour find a fitting mate,
When courage is the conqneror of fate,
And fortune gives what fortitude demands?
Know that there is a balm for every shame,
In each high hope that suffers well and long,
In each brave heart that bondage none can tame.
In each high hope that suffers well and long,
In each brave heart that bondage none can tame.
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A common danger makes a country strong
And the fierce fuel of a common wrong,
When kindled once, will set the world in flame.
And the fierce fuel of a common wrong,
When kindled once, will set the world in flame.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |