In Wylie's workshop, where stories abound, A resin replica, with tales that astound.
Carved with St. Gonzaga, a Jesuit's true call, One hundred twenty-four hours, carving through all.
Detailed carvings, with patience and care, Each stroke of the chisel, a story to bear.
Replicas of relics, with history in tow,
St. Gonzaga's spirit, in resin's glow.
A decorative emblem, of Mary and son, Over a hundred years old, its journey begun.
A Medal of St. Gonzaga, a treasure to find, A symbol of faith, in Wylie's design.
He died of the plague, his calling so pure, To help those afflicted, of that we are sure.
So here stands the skull, with tales to tell, By Wylie's own hand, in resin's swell.