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.