87. St. Gregory Nazianzen
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PEACE-LOVING man, of humble heart and true |
What dost thou here? |
Fierce is the city's crowd; the lordly few |
Are dull of ear! |
Sore pain it was to thee,—till thou didst quit |
Thy patriarch-throne at length, as though for |
power unfit. |
So works the All-wise! our services dividing |
Not as we ask: |
For the world's profit, by our gifts deciding |
Our duty-task. |
See in king's courts loth Jeremias plead; |
And slow-tongued Moses rule by eloquence of |
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Yes! thou, bright Angel of the East! didst rear |
The Cross divine, |
Borne high upon thy liquid accents, where |
Men mock'd the Sign; |
Till that cold city heard thy battle-cry, |
And hearts were stirr'd, and deem'd a Pentecost |
was nigh. |
Thou couldst a people raise, but couldst not |
rule:— |
So, gentle one, |
Heaven set thee free,—for, ere thy years were full, |
Thy work was done; |
According thee the lot thou lovedst best, |
To muse upon the past,—to serve, yet be at rest. |
Palermo.
June 12, 1833. |