Distillation

You know, my Friend, how I took on this Task
To seek the Essence in a Vintner's Cask
That holds it even as the Heart confines
The Soul like Liquor in a Chemist's Flask.

These Earthly Trials do but the Soul refine
Bring Spirit forth, as Fire that breathes on Wine
Producing thus a purer Distillate
Partaking of that Nature most Divine.

At last the Spirit sheds its Fleshly Weight
Then Fire dies down, and Pressures soft abate
While Essence captured in a coil of Glass
Must cool and gather to a Condensate.

And thus is Essence parted from the Mass
As Soul from Body in the End must pass.

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