ST. VIATEUR.
H! who has, trod Lyons' hallowed ground, The home of Just, scene of thy youth, And has not felt, aye more, not found Amidst these scenes the seeds of truth Which thou didst sow with patient care Amid the rich, the destitute, With trust in God, with sigh and prayer That thy poor efforts might bear fruit.
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When that just one, vvhose heart had bled Would bid thee now a last farewell, Thou too wouldst lead the life he led And p~ay alone in cloister cell. Loved ones in tears did bid thee stay ; But thou tookst up the cross of God And 'neath thy burthen sweet didst pray That thou mightst walk the way lie trod.
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When thou didst beg St. Just permit His austere life be also thine, Thou hadst upon youth's 1nind then writ Indelibly precepts divine; Long where the burning sand wastes lay . A hermit's life thou didst well keep; 'Twas there, when thou didst kneel to pray, God's finger touched thee to death's sleep.