The Modern St. Anthony
By Fanny B. Ames
"Who loses home and friends for my name's sake
Finds life that neither foe not time can take!"
So spake the ancient Voice.
By spirit-ear the spirit-sense is heard:
And souls that caught but half that mystic word
Fled far from homes of new, ---
To list in cell, or cave, or desert wild,
The whisper sweet, "Well done: thou art my child!"
That bids the heart rejoice.
Fair legend tells how one who bore the name
Of Antony left all and wandered till he came
Where wild beasts make their den.
Alone he fought the fiends that ever would
Beguile the souls that follow after Good,
And kept his faith intact.
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