Wisdom

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Wisdom

The true faith discovered was

When painted panel, statuary,

Glass-mosaic, window-glass,

Straightened all that went awry

When some peasant gospeller

Imagined Him upon the floor

Of a 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.