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Love Is A Refiner's Fire.

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Non pi ch' 'l foco il fabbro.     It is with fire that blacksmiths iron subdue             Unto fair form, the image of their thought:             Nor without fire hath any artist wrought             Gold to its utmost purity of hue.     Nay, nor the unmatched phoenix lives anew,             Unless she burn: if then I am distraught             By fire, I may to better life be brought             Like those whom death restores nor years undo.     The fire whereof I speak, is my great cheer;             Such power it hath to renovate and raise             Me who was almost numbered with the dead;     And since by nature fire doth find its sphere             Soaring aloft, and I am all ablaze,             Heavenward with it my flight must needs be sped.

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