Where rose the light, symmetric tracery
Of Munich’s altars worked in colors fair;
Where good St. Joseph with the lilies stood;
And soft-eyed martyr with her branch of palm,
And full, sweet lips smiling with happy calm,
Seemed beaming witness 'mid the multitude
Of glittering toys and earth’s huge, unworked store,
Of nobler purpose man’s life resting o’er.
II.
Here stretched its naked arms the blessèd Rood,