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THE PLUNDERED HEART by FRANK WILMOT

First Line: WHO HEARS THE SWEET SOUL'S CALL?
Last Line: GOOD THINGS SHALL COME AGAIN.

WHO hears the sweet soul's call?
Surrender, oh, surrender
Has triumphed over all!
The world's gone back to the old Pretender
Battle and metal and brain!
The soul being given to Death,
Love may not speak again.
The full, deep heart of faith
Knows when all faith is vain;
Knows when the circling destinies desert
The plundered heart.

So might the soul exclaim
In these cold valleys of Care;
But oh, the shame, the shame
Of such despair!
In all the languages Faith uttereth
Is no word meaning Death!
The Graal so loved
Although removed
Has gone
No farther away;
Deep in the tombs of Avalon
Stir roots of another day.

Beyond all terror and mischance,
Beyond the hatreds and the swords,
Beyond the springs of utterance
Eternal censers glow.
Visions may change and revelations go.
Veiled be the splendid Face
And rare the song of a Grace
Always reluctant to be drawn to words.

Vanished those hidden things the soul may know
And never learn;
But these things shall return!

Lift not the pall from the bier of death;
The soul of the world lies underneath!
But roaring legions yet shall hear the word
The old initiates heard!
The world shall learn through pain
That nothing hallowed wholly dies;
Love shall return, Faith shall arise,
Good things shall come again.



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