A CONTRAST.
Stone by stone the palace grows,Haughtily, mid dust and din;On the garden wall the roseDrinks the quiet sunshine in.Stone by stone the prison rears,Frowningly, its bars of night;—Like a bride with love’s sweet fears,Leans the lily to the light.
Stone by stone the palace grows,Haughtily, mid dust and din;On the garden wall the roseDrinks the quiet sunshine in.Stone by stone the prison rears,Frowningly, its bars of night;—Like a bride with love’s sweet fears,Leans the lily to the light.
Stone by stone the palace grows,Haughtily, mid dust and din;On the garden wall the roseDrinks the quiet sunshine in.
Stone by stone the palace grows,
Haughtily, mid dust and din;
On the garden wall the rose
Drinks the quiet sunshine in.
Stone by stone the prison rears,Frowningly, its bars of night;—Like a bride with love’s sweet fears,Leans the lily to the light.
Stone by stone the prison rears,
Frowningly, its bars of night;—
Like a bride with love’s sweet fears,
Leans the lily to the light.