With the first And finest breath, which from the genial strife Of mineral fermentation springs, like light O'er the fresh morning's vapours, lustrate then The fountain, and inform the rising wave.
"Poetical Works of Akenside"
Mark Akenside
I wish to lustrate them afresh for the service of the gods.
"Hypatia or, New Foes with an Old Face"
Charles Kingsley