Our thoughts from holier relics 'round?
More fitting emblems here abound
Of glory's bright, unfading wreath;—
Conquests, with purer triumphs crowned;—
Proud victories over Sin and Death!
Of these how many records rise
Before my chastened spirit now;
Memorials, pointing to the skies,
Of Christian battles fought below.
What need of yon stern things to shew