The Side Windows: Chrysostom

Preacher and Saint, whose name is Eloquence,
Well call'd they " Golden " thine impassion'd tongue,
On which Truth sat, and glowing manly sense,
And words that stand the fire, — in wisdom strong,
And strong in charity. Th' imperial town
Throng'd round thee, and drunk in thy stern reproof,
Touch'd by thy saintly spirit ; vice hung down
Her flower-wreath'd head, court-favour stood aloof.

Nor less thy zeal, in Nazianzen's chair,
That the King's daughter with her priestly choir
Might shine within. While thus thy deeds declare
Christ's presence, wonder not if fiends conspire
Against thee, forc'd near the rude Caspian main
To drink thy Master's cup, in exile, want, and pain.