The Saint and the Hero

O AGED Saint! far off I heard
The praises of thy name; —
Thy deed of power, thy prudent word,
Thy zeal's triumphant flame.

I came and saw; and, having seen,
Weak heart, I drew offence
From thy prompt smile, they simple mien,
Thy lowly diligence.

The Saint's is not the Hero's praise; —
This I have found, and learn
Nor to malign Heaven's humblest ways,
Nor its least boon to spurn.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.