Gerald Massey, 1888 (B. 1828)

Our Prince of Peace in glory hath gone,
With no Spear shaken, no Sword drawn,
No Cannon fired, no flag unfurled,
To make his conquest of the World.

For him no Martyr-fires have blazed,
No limbs been racked, no scaffolds raised;
For him no life was ever shed,
To make the Victor’s pathway red.

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

The Secret Drama of Shakespeare’s Sonnets. 1888.