The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.