Here you will find the Poem Vain Wits and Eyes of poet Henry Vaughan
VAIN wits and eyes Leave, and be wise : Abuse not, shun not holy fire, But with true tears wash off your mire. Tears and these flames will soon grow kind, And mix an eye-salve for the blind. Tears cleanse and supple without fail, And fire will purge your callous veil, Then comes the light ! which when you spy, And see your nakedness thereby, Praise Him, Who dealt His gifts so free In tears to you, in fire to me.