Once, their dashing deeds, we thought,
Spoke of divine grace;
Their idols in our minds we wrought
For long we sang their praise.

In homage to these radiant beings,
We bent our knees to pray;
Till, upon a closer look,
We saw the feet of clay!

Today, we tear these idols down
And smash the spurious busts,
We batter them within our minds
We grind our gods to dust.

When our anger’s spent, may be we’ll find:
‘Twas wrong to blame our idols so;
We were, perhaps, much more to blame:
For the halos ’round their human frames.