 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
SORROW THE SAVIOUR.
There was a strain of weeping and of woe,
A noise of travail on the troubled night,
From hearts that throbbed with some convulsive throe,
And wearied for the never-coming light:
A noise of travail on the troubled night,
From hearts that throbbed with some convulsive throe,
And wearied for the never-coming light:
Dark were the sounds, yet darker far the sight
Of hands that parted but were loth to go,
And with the locks of beauty stricken low,
The warped and withered faces of affright.
Of hands that parted but were loth to go,
And with the locks of beauty stricken low,
The warped and withered faces of affright.
But as I wept and trembled for the morn,
And sought for respite's calm and guiding clue,
I found a friend I never wished to woo;
And sought for respite's calm and guiding clue,
I found a friend I never wished to woo;
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And when my bosom was most sharply torn,
Of sin and suffering I again was born,
And then my sorrow was my saviour too.
Of sin and suffering I again was born,
And then my sorrow was my saviour too.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |