 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO A MILLIONAIRE THREAD MANUFACTURER.—(Since Bankrupt.)
Your fortune, I am told, is vast,
Your acres widely spread;
But how can that fair fortune last,
That hangs but by a thread?
Your acres widely spread;
But how can that fair fortune last,
That hangs but by a thread?
Ah, it will soon no record leave,
Bound by that feeble band;
Unless the thread to which you cleave,
Is held by God's own hand.
Bound by that feeble band;
Unless the thread to which you cleave,
Is held by God's own hand.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |