Amongst sullied Hearts goes the light of Love apace,
With dark-filled eyes men and women with Hearts held out,
Remain hungry.
May beatitudes be felt there, and passion, and grace,
May rare be the feeling, vigorous the impulse,
Liberated of burden.
Where bitterness and vice, that cosmetic feeling that cloak,
Where vainglory petrify hearts to stone,
Love moves stone Hearts to tears,
Let her alchemy be known.