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AMBROSE.

To thee an eye to trace out the third Heaven
In holy writ, and see the mercy-throne,—
A brother's love,—a poet's lyre was given,
But yet o'er all thy gifts the Pastor shone,
To God's high altar bound, no more thine own.
I see thee stand before the injur'd shrine,
While Theodosius to thy stern decree
Falls down, and owns the keys and power divine;
For kings that fain her nursing sires would be,
To the Eternal Bride must bow the knee.
I see thee thron'd upon the Teacher's seat,—
And 'mid the crowd a silent wand'rer steal:
In his sad breast, while sitting at thy feet,
The Father doth th'eternal Son reveal,
And Austin from thy hands receives the Spirit's seal.