| The true faith discovered was |
| When painted panel, statuary, |
| Glass-mosaic, window-glass, |
| Amended
what was told awry |
| By some peasant gospeller; |
| Swept the sawdust from the floor |
| Of that working-carpenter. |
| Miracle had its playtime where |
| In damask clothed and on a seat |
| Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded, |
| His
majestic Mother sat |
| Stitching at a purple hoarded |
| That He might be nobly breeched |
| In starry towers of
Babylon |
| Noah’s freshet never reached. |
| King Abundance got Him on |
| Innocence; and Wisdom He. |
| That
cognomen sounded best |
| Considering what wild infancy |
| Drove horror from His Mother’s breast. |