Heart of my heart, the world is young;
Love lies hidden in every rose!
Grant us the single heart once more
That mocks no sacred thing,
The Sword of Truth our fathers wore
When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell
Our deep unspoken prayer;
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
Carol, every violet has
Heaven for a looking-glass!