'T is meet that they in marble shrine encased
Should be within the great cathedral placed.
Like Christ, whose tomb was for another made,
He in Eusebius' cenotaph is laid.
Soon sacred prodigies his power attest,
And all the Earth proclaims him pious, blest.
O ye who hither come, our saint assail
With prayers and votive gifts; nor, traveller, fail
To greet with reverence the holy dead.
Since Christ was born a thousand years had fled,