119. A Hermitage
From St. Gregory Nazianzen.

SOME one whisper'd yesterday,
     Of the rich and fashionable,
Gregory in his own small way
     Easy was and comfortable.

Had he not of wealth his fill
     Whom a garden gay did bless,
And a gently trickling rill,
     And the sweets of idleness?

I made answer:—"Is it ease
     Fasts to keep and tears to shed,
Vigil hours and wounded knees,
     Call you these a pleasant bed?"
Thus a veritable monk
     Does to death his fleshly frame;
Be there who in sloth are sunk,
     They have forfeited the name.


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