The Saint and The Hero, by Blessed John Henry Newman

John Henry Newman
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 mein,
  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.