Fleur de Lys, and Other Poems by Arthur WeirFleur de Lys, and Other Poems by Arthur Weir

Fleur de Lys, and Other Poems

byArthur Weir

Paperback | February 9, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1887 Excerpt: ... A CHILD'S KISS. Sweet is the maiden's kiss that tells The secret of her heart; Holy the wife's--yet in them dwells Of earthliness a part; While in a little child's warm kiss Is naught but heaven above, So sweet it is, so pure it is, So full of faith and love. 'Tis like a violet in May That knows nor fear nor harm, But cheers the wanderer on his way With its unconscious charm. 'Tis like a bird that carols free, And thinks not of reward, But gives the world its melody Because it is a bard. THE GRA VE AND THE TREE. p double depth they made her grave, And covered it with massive stone, And there, where silvery birches wave, They left her sleeping all alone. These words were chiselled on her tomb: "This grave, bought for eternity, Even to and through the day of doom, And ever, shall unopened be." For years the passing stranger saw The epitaph of Caroline, And wondered, with a shuddering awe, That it could dare the wrath divine. Time is of God. He does not need To work his purpose in an hour: Years came and went, and then a seed, Borne downwards by a summer shower, Fell gently on the scanty earth, Among the heaped-up stones that lay, And soon a tiny birch had birth, And grew in stature day by day. The sun, the shower, the passing wind, All helped the youthful tree to grow; Its little roots ran far to find Subsistence in the depths below. Years passed, until at last the tree Sundered the stones, and made the grave Yawn wide, that hoped eternally The ravages of Time to brave. Vain was the exercise of skill To seal the grave of Caroline; And vain is every human will That strives to break the law divine. A MOTHER'S JEWELS. The daughter of a hundred earls, No jewels has with mine to mate, Though she may wear in flawless pearls The ransom of a mighty state. Hers glitte...
Title:Fleur de Lys, and Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:20 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.04 inPublished:February 9, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217723012

ISBN - 13:9780217723015