Wisdom by William Butler Yeats Lyrics

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.