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, thy 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THREE FLOWERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO M. I. (2) by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |