“Who saw When this creation was? Rememberest thou Thy making, while the Maker gave thee being? We know no time when we were not as now; Know none before us; self-begot, self-raised By our own quickening power, when fatal course Had circled his full orb, the birth mature Of this our native heaven, ethereal sons.”

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The merit consists in being willing to receive this grace. ↩

St. Chrysostom, who in his preaching so carried away his audiences that they beat the pavement with their swords and called him the “Thirteenth Apostle,” in one of his Homilies thus upbraids the custom of applauding the preacher:⁠—