A gem embedded in a stone
Or rock needs to be cut to reshape
Faceted and polished makes lustre gape
Of light rushing out to adorn
All with a splendid glamour and glint
Smelted ore purges slag melting essence
To be shaped into a mould set
For its worth and use in forge or fret
And free form its intrinsic presence
In things created; or even to mint
Every soul is turned lively and pure
With such a noble tempering and cure.
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