Athanasian Creed
" SEEK we some realm where virgin souls may pray
In faith untarnish'd by the sophist's scorn,
And duly raise on each diviner morn
The Psalm that gathers in one glorious lay
All chants that e'er from heaven to earth found way
Majestic march! as meet to guide and time
Man's wandering path in life's ungenial clime.
As Aaron's trump for the dread Ark's array.
Creed of the Saints, and Anthem of the Blest,
And calm-breathed warning of the kindliest love
That ever heaved a wakeful mother's breast,
(True love is bold, and gravely dares reprove;)
Who knows but myriads owe their endless rest
To thy recalling, tempted else to rove?
In faith untarnish'd by the sophist's scorn,
And duly raise on each diviner morn
The Psalm that gathers in one glorious lay
All chants that e'er from heaven to earth found way
Majestic march! as meet to guide and time
Man's wandering path in life's ungenial clime.
As Aaron's trump for the dread Ark's array.
Creed of the Saints, and Anthem of the Blest,
And calm-breathed warning of the kindliest love
That ever heaved a wakeful mother's breast,
(True love is bold, and gravely dares reprove;)
Who knows but myriads owe their endless rest
To thy recalling, tempted else to rove?
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