| Heart of the World give heed, Tongues of the World be still! The richest grapes of the vine shall bleed Till the greeting-cup shall spill; The kine shall pause in the pleasant mead, The eagle upon the hill— Heart of the World give heed! |
| Heart of the World break forth, Tongues of the World proclaim! There cometh a voice from out the North And a face of living flame— A man’s soul crying, Behold what worth Was life till her sweet soul came— Heart of the World break forth! |
| Heart of the World be strong, Tongues of the World be wise! The White North glows with a morning song Or ever the red sun dies; For Love is summer and Love is long, And the good God ‘s in his skies— Heart of the World be strong! |