THE true faith discovered was <br />When painted panel, statuary. <br />Glass-mosaic, window-glass, <br />Amended what was told awry <br />By some peasant gospeller; <br />Swept the Sawdust from the floor <br />Of that working-carpenter. <br />Miracle had its playtime where <br />In damask clothed and on a seat <br />Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded, <br />His majestic Mother sat <br />Stitching at a purple hoarded <br />That He might be nobly breeched <br />In starry towers of Babylon <br />Noah's freshet never reached. <br />King Abundance got Him on <br />Innocence; and Wisdom He. <br />That cognomen sounded best <br />Considering what wild infancy <br />Drove horror from His Mother's breast.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-3/
