His polished heart is cleansed from being's soiling stain...

His polished heart is cleansed from being's soiling stain; And at each moment contemplates fresh beauty's train. The outward gilt, the shell, of science they despise; The banner of real certitude floats where they rise. They've thought abandoned; light and life they've truly found; Their breasts and hearts are filled with love's inspiring sound. 70 Death, that dread…