| 87. St. Gregory Nazianzen | 
            
              | {151} PEACE-LOVING man, of humble heart and true
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              | 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
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              | 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 | 
            
              | deed! {152} | 
            
              | Yes! thou, bright Angel of the East! didst rear
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              | 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
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              | 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.
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