Full of disgust; and as weary.
Convinced there's no defence
Against impulses, the flesh but serve
His actions influence.
Beyond self, from whose righteous source
Pure minded, hearted stem
To be called on, which higher order
Of Inspiration bide them.
They are the angels, but whose aid
A thought, a feeling
Work through, help incline each toward good.
Your swords, high raised; flaming!
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