He, like sad Jaques, found a music rare

As that of Syrinx to old Grecians wise.

A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he,

He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed,

Till earth and heaven met within his breast;

As if Theocritus in Sicily

Had come upon the Figure crucified

And lost his gods in deep, Christ-given rest.

HE MADE US FREE

By Maurice Francis Egan