A LOVERS’ QUARREL.
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When a shaft from the Devil's bow
Pierced to our ingle-glow,
And the friends were friend and foe!
Pierced to our ingle-glow,
And the friends were friend and foe!
13.
Not from the heart beneath—
'Twas a bubble born of breath,
Neither sneer nor vaunt,
Nor reproach nor taunt.
See a word, how it severeth!
Oh, power of life and death
In the tongue, as the Preacher saith!
Not from the heart beneath—
'Twas a bubble born of breath,
Neither sneer nor vaunt,
Nor reproach nor taunt.
See a word, how it severeth!
Oh, power of life and death
In the tongue, as the Preacher saith!
14.
Woman, and will you cast
For a word, quite off at last,
Me, your own, your you,—
Since, as Truth is true,
Woman, and will you cast
For a word, quite off at last,
Me, your own, your you,—
Since, as Truth is true,
