O break my heart; but break it as a field Is by the plough up-broken for the corn;O break it as the buds, by green leaf sealed,Are, to unloose the golden blossom, torn;Love would I offer unto Love’s great Master,Set free the odor, break the alabaster. O break my heart; break it victorious God, That life’s eternal well may flash abroad;O let it break as when the captive trees, Breaking cold bonds, regain their liberties;And as thought’s sacred grove to life is springing,Be joys, like birds, their hope, Thy victory singing.--Thomas Toke Bunch
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