E’en but for one short day—and let him see
The beauty of our pure, unspotted lives,
He might return to his unhappy world,
And trumpet forth the strange intelligence:
“Those men alone are happy who are good.”
Then would the world immediately repent,
And sin and wickedness be known no more!
Loc. Association with so foul a thing
As man must needs be unendurable
To souls as pure and sinless as our own: