The Tower (Yeats)/Wisdom
WISDOM
The true faith discovered wasWhen painted panel, statuary,Glass-mosaic, window-glass,Straightened all that went awryWhen some peasant gospellerImagined Him upon the floorOf a working-carpenter.Miracle had its playtime whereIn damask clothed and on a seat,Chryselephantine, cedar boarded,His majestic Mother satStitching at a purple hoarded,That He might be nobly breeched,In starry towers of BabylonNoah's freshet never reached.King Abundance got Him on Innocence; and Wisdom He. That cognomen sounded bestConsidering what wild infancyDrove horror from His Mother's breast.
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