Beloved, this the heart I offer thee 
Is purified from old idolatry, 
From outworn hopes, and from the lingering stain 
Of passion's dregs, by penitential pain. 

Take thou it, then, and fill it up for me 
With thine unstinted love, and it shall be 
An earthy chalice that is made divine 
By its red draught of sacramental wine.