<h2><SPAN name="page171"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>COR CORDIUM</h2>
<p class="poetry">O <span class="smcap">heart</span> of hearts,
the chalice of love’s fire,<br/>
Hid round with flowers and all the bounty of
bloom;<br/>
O wonderful and perfect heart, for whom<br/>
The lyrist liberty made life a lyre;<br/>
O heavenly heart, at whose most dear desire<br/>
Dead love, living and singing, cleft his tomb,<br/>
And with him risen and regent in death’s
room<br/>
All day thy choral pulses rang full choir;<br/>
O heart whose beating blood was running song,<br/>
O sole thing sweeter than thine own songs were,<br/>
Help us for thy free love’s
sake to be free,<br/>
True for thy truth’s sake, for thy strength’s sake
strong,<br/>
Till very liberty make clean and fair<br/>
The nursing earth as the
sepulchral sea.</p>
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