Classic Poem

Wash — Smelt

As iron from the mines,
As silver from lead,
So purify thy heart,
Loving the limpid and clean
Like a clear pool in spring,
With its wondrous mirrored shapes,
So make for the spotless and true,
And, riding the moonbeam, revert to the Spiritual
Let your gaze be upon the stars of heaven,
Let your song be of the hiding hermit;
Like flowing water is our today,
Our yesterday, the bright moon.