The Side Windows: Gregory Thaumaturgus

Thine Angel led thee by the hand
To thy lov'd Origen,
Taught to forget thy father's land,
And sit with holy men.

Thro' varied wilds of knowledge fair
He lured to sacred lore,
And bade thee knock with earnest prayer,
Till faith should ope the door.

And well I ween that at Heaven-gate
Thy hand did knock, till Love
Came forth, all arm'd with unseen state,
The mountains to remove.

For thou art known to latest time
The " wonder-working " sage,
Who could a rude barbaric clime
To Christian love engage.