Bright Spark, Shot from a Higher Place

Thus the incomparable George Herbert writes of our glorification in his poem “The Star”: 

Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, 
Where beams surround my Saviour’s face, 
Canst thou be any where    
So well as there? 
Yet if thou wilt from thence depart, 
Take a bad lodging in my heart. . . . 
First with thy fire-work burn to dust Folly, 
and worse than folly, lust: 
Then with thy light refine,    
And make it shine. 
So disengaged from sin and sickness, 
Touch it with thy celestial quickness, 
That it may hang…