Shakspeare

Ol'R Prince of Peace in glory hath gone,
"With no spear shaken, no sword drawn,
Without one battle-flag unfurled,
To make his conquest of the world.

For him no martyr-fires have blazed.
No limhs been raeked, no scaffolds raised!
For him no blood was ever shed
To dye the Conqueror's raiment red.

And for all time he wears the crown
Of lasting, limitless, renown:
He reigns, whatever Monarchs fall;
His throne is at the heart of all.