Chapter XXIX

O heart of fire, that fire might not consume,
For ever glad the world because of thee;
Because of thee for ever eyes illume
A more enchanted earth, a lovelier sea!
O poignant voice of the desire of life,
Piercing our lethargy, because thy call
Aroused our spirits to a nobler strife
Where base and sordid fall,
For ever past the conflict and the pain
More clearly beams the goal we shall attain!