Of the lost soul to its true parentage,

And back from carnal error looking up

Repentant to its intellectual throne.

What is the Fire?—Ascetic discipline,

That burns away the animal alloy,

Till all the dross of matter be consumed,

And the essential Soul, its raiment clean

Of mortal taint, be left. But forasmuch

As, any life-long habit so consumed,

May well recur a pang for what is lost,