 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE NAMELESS DEAD.
We lightly trample on a thousand graves.
Where rest the bodies of the nameless dead,
Whose lofty souls in little issues sped,
And whose remains no marble mourning paves.
Where rest the bodies of the nameless dead,
Whose lofty souls in little issues sped,
And whose remains no marble mourning paves.
And, lo, upon each dim and dreamless head,
That now no more the crown of honour craves,
Oblivion passes with a tender tread,
And what is lost in fame in service saves.
That now no more the crown of honour craves,
Oblivion passes with a tender tread,
And what is lost in fame in service saves.
For silence is the sister of good fame,
While those are happiest who are never known,
And leave no legend for the storied stone;
While those are happiest who are never known,
And leave no legend for the storied stone;
But there are royal souls without a name,
Uncrowned by blessing and unscathed by blame,
Whose unowned deeds our hearts for ever throne.
Uncrowned by blessing and unscathed by blame,
Whose unowned deeds our hearts for ever throne.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |