From underneath the angel-guarded gate:
—“And who art thou that hast adventured here,
Daring to startle this serene abode
With flash of mortal weapons, sword and spear?”
So the angelic sentinel of God,
Fire flashing, to the bold invader cried,
Whose feet profane those holy precincts trod.
The Son of Philip without dread replied,
“Is Alexander’s fame unknown to thee,
Which the world knows—mine, who have victory tied