Beauty and Holiness
Without the holy spirit of love divine
No man shall ever the eyes of Beauty meet
Or touch with conquering touch the lips most sweet
Or see with sight assured the limbs' white line.
Before us not the Vision's self shall shine
Until all foes are driven in wild retreat
From the soul's temple. Tread of alien feet
Dismays the goddess, and pollutes the shrine.
Until the inmost soul is strong and free
And fair and sinless, no man shall attain
The mount of victory on whose height we gain
The power to grasp that Beauty must be won
By kingly passion mixed with purity
Divine, and deathless toil divinely done.
No man shall ever the eyes of Beauty meet
Or touch with conquering touch the lips most sweet
Or see with sight assured the limbs' white line.
Before us not the Vision's self shall shine
Until all foes are driven in wild retreat
From the soul's temple. Tread of alien feet
Dismays the goddess, and pollutes the shrine.
Until the inmost soul is strong and free
And fair and sinless, no man shall attain
The mount of victory on whose height we gain
The power to grasp that Beauty must be won
By kingly passion mixed with purity
Divine, and deathless toil divinely done.
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