Οὐρανοῦ ἐκτύπησε βρόμος· πόλεμον καὶ ἀπειλὰς Ἦγε τρέχων ἄνεμος σὺν φλογὶ σμερδαλέῃ. Αὖεν Ἰουδαῖος· μιαρὰ στυγερῶν τὰ κάρηνα Ἔφθασε τῆς ὀργῆς τὸ πρέπον οὐρανίης. Ἀλλὰ γαληναίῳ ὅτε κεῖται ἥσυχον ἄστρῳ Φλέγμα, καὶ ἀβλήτους λεὶχε φίλον πλοκάμους, Ἑκθαμβεῖ. ὅτι γὰρ κείνοις οὐκ ἦεν ἀληθὴς, Νῦν ἐτεὸν διότι τῷδε κεραυνὸς ἔην. _The descent of the Holy Spirit._ Booms the thunder through the sky, Flash the lightnings, threats the storm; Cries the Jew with vengeful eye: See SIN doom'd in fitting form! But, lo, the lightning, paled to light Mild and calm as ev'ning's star, Binds their brows with nimbus bright, Playing softly i' their hair. To the Jews it is not lightning, Yet the more the name's enlightening.[70] G. CXXII. _Sic dilexit mundum Deus, ut Filium morti traderet._ Joan. iii. 16. Ah nimis est, illum nostrae vel tradere vitae: Guttula quod faceret, cur facit oceanus? Unde et luxuriare potest, habet hinc mea vita: Ample et magnifice mors habet unde mori. _God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son...._ Ah, 'tis too much to give Him for our sake: A drop might serve, why then an ocean take? Here may my life expatiate gloriously-- Amply, magnificently, Death may die. R. WI. CXXIII. _Juga boum emi._ Luc. xiv. 19. Ad coenam voco te, domini quod jussa volebant; Tu mihi, nescio quos, dicis, inepte, boves. Imo vale, nobis nec digne nec utilis hospes; Coena tuos, credo, malit habere boves. _I have bought five yoke of oxen._ I call thee to His Supper, for so The Master spake: Thou sayest 'No,' pretending thou must thy oxen take. Farewell, O thou unworthy and wholly useless guest; Thy oxen for the Supper in truth were better prest. G. CXXIV. _D. Paulum, verbo sanantem claudum, pro Mercurio Lystres adorant._ Act. xiv. 8-18. Quis Tagus hic, quae Pactoli nova volvitur unda? Non hominis vox est haec: Deus ille, Deus. Salve, mortales nimium dignate penates: Digna Deo soboles, digna tonante Deo. O salve, quid enim, alme, tuos latuisse volebas? Te dicit certe vel tua lingua Deum. Laudem hanc haud miror: meruit facundus haberi, Qui claudo promptos suasit habere pedes. _St. Paul, healing the lame man with a word, is worshipped by the Lystrians as Mercury._ What Tagus, what Pactolus here is rolled? 'Tis not man's voice: a God, a God behold. Hail, too much honour thou to men hast done, Of Jove, of thundering Jove the worthy son. Hail, Lord, for why wouldst hide thee from thine own? A God e'en by thy tongue assuredly art known. The praise of eloquence for him was meet Who could persuade the lame to use swift feet. R. WI. CXXV. _In S. Columbam ad Christi caput sedentem._