Defilement

“The flesh is defiled,”—so they all declare;
But the spirit is pure, clearly discerning,
Without defilement is no flesh created,
Anywhere in all the world,
The defilement of flesh is in the flesh itself, of a surety.
So says the wife of Chokha, the Mahar.

To Vesta

Vesta , who dwell'st in Pytho's hallow'd shrine,
And with Apollo shar'st the rite divine;
Whose locks ambrosial unguents ever shed,
O'er this bless'd dome, with Jove, thy influence spread.

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