 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE TAILOR AND HIS WOODEN COAT.
A COMMON EPITAPH.
No coat had I to clothe my naked back,
And all my little stock of goods was gone;
Of sympathizing friends I had no lack,
But all declined to put one garment on.
And all my little stock of goods was gone;
Of sympathizing friends I had no lack,
But all declined to put one garment on.
Then, as the winter gripped my labouring breath,
And I had spent my last long-hoarded groat,
I sought the Tailor whom we misname Death,
Who clad me in his goodly wooden coat.
And I had spent my last long-hoarded groat,
I sought the Tailor whom we misname Death,
Who clad me in his goodly wooden coat.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |