As then for penury now for pride

Thy bodily senses were denied;

Though they cried out and would not sleep,

Ascetic thou didst armour them

Hourly the tempter's ambuscades

But thou didst guard the gates and keep

Thy senses' hungry colonnades

Immuring so thy spirit eager

Within a body frail and meagre,

In vast serenity,

Compassed by God's great silent glories

Folded and safe from harm

Ha! but the Titan's ardour

Wherewith thou scour'dst the vast,

To spoil the starry larder

Of fruits of heavenly taste!

Urania's fiercest servant,

With thirst as furnace fervent

And serene burning brow,

Worthy of thy great lineage, thou

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