Proud Caesar came in strength of steel; The panoply of war was his. At his command men poured forth life, The cities perished, nations fell. He left as heritage a blood-stained tide; He came, he scorned, he slaughtered— And he died. The meek Christ came, his strength the true, A heart of love his panoply. At his command men found their life, The cities flourished, nations grew. As heritage, the reign of peace he gives; He came, he loved, he pitied— And he lives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SUMMER by LEONIE ADAMS WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI POCAHONTAS [JANUARY 5, 1608] by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS |