LXXXVII + 

St. Gregory Nazianzen + 

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 deed! + 

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. + 