 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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THE HUNGER OF THE HEART.
Fierce is the flame not nursed by sensuous fires,
Wherein our passions never have a part,
And which no spirit of the earth inspires,
Nor any glowing beacon light of art:
Wherein our passions never have a part,
And which no spirit of the earth inspires,
Nor any glowing beacon light of art:
It is the faith whence fairer actions start,
That daily vows of purity requires,
And dedicates to heaven its high desires,
The never-sated hunger of the heart.
That daily vows of purity requires,
And dedicates to heaven its high desires,
The never-sated hunger of the heart.
Its voice is in the penitential sigh,
Its seat in widows' robes and orphans' tears,
And hopes that are the birth of pious fears;
Its seat in widows' robes and orphans' tears,
And hopes that are the birth of pious fears;
In every hour that passes panting by,
In souls that sicken and yet cannot die,
And sad and ceaseless yearnings of the years.
In souls that sicken and yet cannot die,
And sad and ceaseless yearnings of the years.
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