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sylvan and sacred. By the Rev. Richard Wilton

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ATHANASIUS.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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ATHANASIUS.

When Athanasius faced a frowning world—
Emperor and priest against the truth arrayed—
He grasped the precious Pearl, nor felt dismayed,
Though all earth's pride to shake him was unfurled.
What if from his high station he was hurled,
The jewel of the Faith he ne'er betrayed,
But kept it, hidden in sepulchral shade,
Or where from hermit's cell the blue smoke curled.
Then, when the storm retired, the triple bow
Was seen in perfect beauty on the cloud
Each mingling hue defined with clearer glow;
Thus through dark years of doubt and conflict loud
To one man's strenuous faithfulness we owe
The Creed to which all after time has bowed.