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The first poet who emancipated himself from the tyranny of the old
laws--hence to be compared to Venantius Fortunatus in the West--and
who boldly struck out the new path of harmonious prose, was S. Anatolius
of Constantinople. His commencements were not promising. He had been
apocrisiarius, or legate, from the arch-heretic Dioscorus to
the Emperor's Court: and at the death of S. Flavian, in consequence of the
violence received in the "Robbers' Meeting" at Ephesus,
A.D. 449, was, by the influence of his Pontiff, raised to
the vacant throne of Constantinople. He soon, however, vindicated his
orthodoxy; and in the Council of Chalcedon, he procured
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zoferaV trikumiaV.
Fierce was the wild billow; Dark was the night; Oars laboured heavily; Foam glimmered white; Trembled the mariners; Peril was nigh; Then said the GOD of GOD, --"Peace! It is I!" | |
Ridge of the mountain-wave, Lower thy crest! Wail of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest! Sorrow can never be,-- Darkness must fly,-- Where saith the Light of Light, -- "Peace! It is I!" | |
Jesu, Deliverer! Come Thou to me: Soothe Thou my voyaging Over Life's sea! Thou, when the storm of Death Roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of Truth! --"Peace! It is I!" |
[The above hymn has been set by my friend Mr. Helmore; also in H. E. C., of which it forms No. 1: also by Miss Kerr. The last melody is, to my mind, especially beautiful.]