 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“BROWN HAND AND WHITE” IN 1886.
Under one heaven they meet,
Under one earthly dome,
In the bond that unites the wandering feet,
And makes England still their home;
Brown hand and white,
Dark face and fair,
From the realms where the bitter north-winds bite,
And the red rose streams on the icy stair,
On the snowy-mantled mount;
To the blue of the sunny sky,
Where the lava leaps from its fiery fount,
And the birds in glory fly.
Under one earthly dome,
In the bond that unites the wandering feet,
And makes England still their home;
Brown hand and white,
Dark face and fair,
From the realms where the bitter north-winds bite,
And the red rose streams on the icy stair,
On the snowy-mantled mount;
To the blue of the sunny sky,
Where the lava leaps from its fiery fount,
And the birds in glory fly.
Under one sheltering flag,
Under one Mother's care,
From the lowland plain and the highland crag,
Where they suffer and sing and dare;
White hand and brown,
Fair face and dark,
From the grimy depths of the gritty town,
Where the Cyclops moulds his giant mark;
They have come in their varied life,
To one hospitable shore,
And they join in the gentle friendly strife,
As they bare their treasure store.
Under one Mother's care,
From the lowland plain and the highland crag,
Where they suffer and sing and dare;
White hand and brown,
Fair face and dark,
From the grimy depths of the gritty town,
Where the Cyclops moulds his giant mark;
They have come in their varied life,
To one hospitable shore,
And they join in the gentle friendly strife,
As they bare their treasure store.
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Under one gracious law,
Under one equal ray,
They are banded close by the ties that draw,
On the same imperial way;
Brown hand and white,
Dark face and fair,
For a common cause they have loved to smite,
When they breathed a common freedom's air;
And they mingle now, to show
They are brothers first and last,
And no different thoughts in their bosoms glow,
While they share the immortal past.
Under one equal ray,
They are banded close by the ties that draw,
On the same imperial way;
Brown hand and white,
Dark face and fair,
For a common cause they have loved to smite,
When they breathed a common freedom's air;
And they mingle now, to show
They are brothers first and last,
And no different thoughts in their bosoms glow,
While they share the immortal past.
Under one holy pledge,
Under one Woman's arms,
They would stand on the yawning earthquake's edge,
In the tempest gather charms;
White hand and brown,
Fair face and dark,
Though the storms arise as the storms go down,
They have rallied around the nation's ark,
And her honour's jewel bright,
With an undivided will,
They would keep in their universal might,
For a grander future still.
Under one Woman's arms,
They would stand on the yawning earthquake's edge,
In the tempest gather charms;
White hand and brown,
Fair face and dark,
Though the storms arise as the storms go down,
They have rallied around the nation's ark,
And her honour's jewel bright,
With an undivided will,
They would keep in their universal might,
For a grander future still.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |