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 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; And Dionysius, ruler sage, In days of doubt and pain; And Origen with eagle eye; And saintly Basil's purpose high To smite imperial heresy, And cleanse the Altar's stain.

From thee the glorious preacher came, With soul of zeal and lips of flame, A court's stern martyr-guest; And thine, O inexhaustive race! Was Nazianzen's heaven-taught grace; And royal-hearted Athanase, With Paul's own mantel blessed.

RELICS OF SAINTS

"He is not the God of the dead, but of the living; for all live unto Him."

'The Fathers are in dust, yet live to God:" So says the Truth; as if the motionless clay Still held the seeds of life beneath the sod,  Smouldering and straggling till the judgment day.