The Baronet's Bride; Or, A Woman's Vengeance

E-text prepared by Al Haines
Or, A Woman's Vengeance
Author of Lady Evelyn , Queen of the Isle , Who Wins? , Estella's Husband , The Heiress of Glendower , etc.
New York The New York Book Company
1910
The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake Our thirsty souls with rain; The blow most dreaded falls to break From off our limbs a chain; And wrongs of man to man but make The love of God more plain. As through the shadowy lens of even The eye looks farthest into heaven On gleams of star and depths of blue The glaring sunshine never knew!
It falls before, it follows behind, Darkest still when the day is bright; No light without the shadow we find, And never shadow without the light.
From our shadow we cannot flee away; It walks when we walk, it runs when we run; But it tells which way to look for the sun; We may turn our backs on it any day.
Ever mingle the sight and shade That make this human world so dear; Sorrow of joy is ever made, And what were a hope without a fear?
A morning shadow o'er youth is cast, Warning from pleasure's dazzling snare; A shadow lengthening across the past, Fixes our fondest memories there.
One shadow there is, so dark, so drear, So broad we see not the brightness round it; Yet 'tis but the dark side of the sphere Moving into the light unbounded.
And there is danger of death—for mother and child?