The Saint and the Hero

O aged Saint! far off I heard
  The praises of thy name;⁠—
Thy deed of power, thy prudent word,
  Thy zeal’s triumphant flame.

I came and saw; and, having seen,
  Weak heart, I drew offence
From thy prompt smile, thy simple mien,
  Thy lowly diligence.

The Saint’s is not the Hero’s praise;⁠—
  This I have found, and learn
Nor to malign Heaven’s humblest ways,
  Nor its least boon to spurn.