Let us raise statues to the Prince of Peace:
Cain’s monuments are powerless to bind
Our hearts in summer’s sheaf, or to remind
The world of our first fall through sin’s caprice?

Our monuments recall the gods of Greece
Whose lifeless looks their marble temples lined:
Blank, frigid idols of a dead mankind,
In silence waiting for the soul’s release.

Seek not these paynym bronzes to restore,
But lift the beauty of the arts to Him
Whose blood from blood’s corruption set us free,
That voice to voice one universal hymn

Should rival thunder and the ocean’s roar
To celebrate death’s death upon a tree.

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