Outer drapers hang over
No more interests linger
They have been exhausted in timeless satiation
External beautification thrives in mere superficial exhibition
Now vests inner glory-
To organise, rectify, purify
Await its glitter as the shine of the church glass-
Before it gets corroded, rusted, as brass--
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