So make for the spotless and true,
And riding the moonbeam revert to the Spiritual."
These eight lines from stanza vii, which might be entitled "Smelting," show us the refining process by which spirituality is to be attained.
Seclusion and abandonment of the artificial are also extolled in stanza xv:—
"Following our own bent,
Let us enjoy the Natural, free from curb,
Rich with what comes to hand,
Hoping some day to be with the Infinite.
To build a hut beneath the pines,
With uncovered head to pore over poetry,