The Saint and the Hero

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.