COMMUNE DOCTORUM. LXXXVIII. HAIL, glorious Lights, kindled at God's own urn, Bring meat for manly hearts, and milk for babes in These bear, great God, Thy sword and shield; These rear th' eternal Palace Hall; Skill'd with one hand Thine arms to wield, With one to build Thy Wall. Ye in your bright celestial panoply O'ercame dark Heresy : And when her brood from Stygian night Renew the fight, We too may grasp your arrows bright, E'en till this hour we combat in your mail, And with no doubtful end,-we combat and prevail. Hail! Heavenly Truth, guiding the pen Of wise and holy men; To thee, though thou be voiceless, doth belong A spirit's tongue, Which, in the heart's deep home, uttereth a song. LXXXIX. THE GREEK FATHERS. LET others sing thy heathen praise, Per vos Relligio, tutaque Veritas Vestris unda fluit pura canalibus; Hi sunt, Summe Deus, qui tibi militant: Una doeta cohors arma tenet manu, Muros construit alterá. Vicistis Stygias vos quibus Hæreses, Sit suprema tibi gloria, Veritas, Quæ per scripta Patrum, quando foris sonas, Et te mentibus inseris. In my sad heart abides; For sons of thine in Truth's first hour Were tongues and weapons of His power, Born of the Spirit's fiery shower, Our fathers and our guides. All thine is Clement's varied page; In days of doubt and pain; And cleanse the Altar's stain. From thee the glorious Preacher came, And thine, O inexhaustive race! And royal-hearted Athanase, With Paul's own mantle blest. XC. CLEMENT. METHOUGHT I saw a face divinely fair, With nought of earthly passion; the mild beam Of whose bright eye did in mute converse seem With other countenances, and they were Gazing on her made beautiful. Their theme Was One that had gone up the heavenly stair, And left a fragrance on this lower air, The contemplation of His Love Supreme. If they had of His glory ought retained ;— That I may nothing love on earth below. نه |