XLIV.

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him In this clay carcase crippled to abide?

This quatrain is translated from O. 145.

Oh Soul! if thou canst purify thyself from the dust of the body, Thou, naked spirit, canst soar in the heavens, The Empyrean is thy sphere--let it be thy shame, That thou comest and art a dweller within the confines of earth.[54]

_Ref._: O. 145, C. 447, L. 707, B. 697, S.P. 389, P. 111, B. ii. 523.--W. 436, N. 394, E.C. 7, V. 759.