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EPIPHANIUS.

Alas! that strifes should come, e'en at the tomb,
'Twixt thee and Chrysostom,
Good Epiphanius! by the zeal of truth
Kindling to second youth.
Though Faith's sure anchor doth thy vessel save
From error's wind and wave,
Yet 'neath the keel is heard the ocean's roar,
At anchor, not on shore.
But so the eremite's stern solitude
Thy spirit hath imbued,
That heavenly Contemplation is thy cell,
And Prayer thy citadel;
And so hath nurs'd to alms and charities,
That favour'd Salamis
Might deem to thee the gentle soul to pass
Of her own Barnabas.