A symbol whereby men might know that he
Who wins his way on earth to victory,
Thus in his consummated sorrow dies.
All things are sacred to that tender sight:
Time's ancient altars whence strange incense curled
Innocent to the unknown gods; the light
Of love is thine; faith's banner is unfurled,
Even where the farthest watchmen, through the night,
Call on the cloud-wrapped ramparts of the world.