There was born a mystic legend which ne’er shall be forgot;
A story true to Nature and to One without a blot—
The divinest story of old!
For glory bright is round it, which has softened many a heart,
A tale of wise and saintly ones, in universal art;
A story mightiest with men now and ever mighty part
It played in the races of old.
We yet believe that angels must have wept and good men sighed,
When Gallilee’s great Son with hateful spite was crucified;
But who would ever dream the fairy spirits were allied