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The Indian Advocate.
To virtue's heroic height. Their law his slightest expressed command, His yoke like the Master's light. Placidus 'mongst the brethren came To gain his spirit's weal; Noble of birth and untarnished name With earth's lowliest to kneel At the Saviour's feet, in charity Only one boon to ask The grace to. toil in humility, His the most menial task. To draw the water, to hew the wood, Servant of servants he; What matter? He toiled for the common good And wrought his own sanctity. One day, while bending o'er waters' brim, With pitcher to fill held low, He fell in the depths, the twilight dim Witnessed, alone, his woe. Maurus knelt in the cloister choir Absorbed in-fervent prayer, His spirit uplifted with love's desire Unmindful of mundane care. "Placidus needs thee! Quickly, run! From a treacherous, unblessed grave, By holy obedience, my son, I call upon the to save." "The Lord Christ speaketh by the voice Of Benedict, today; My vow is binding, mine no choice But simply to obey." Unquestioning, with trust untold, To fill this strange command He fearless walked the waves, behold! As though upon the land. Great was his faith, great his reward! His hymns of praise loud ring E'en to the throne of his dear Lord, The court of Heaven's King. Such is the legend; its refrain: