O Euchari in leta via ambulasti, ubi cum filio Dei mansisti, illum tangendo et miracuòa cius que fecit videndo. Tu eum perfecte amasti Cum sodales tui exterriti erant, pro eo quod homines erant, nec possibilitatem habebant bona perfecta intueri. Tu ateum in artente amore plene caritatis Illum amplexus es Cum manipulos preceptorum eius Ad te collegisti. O Euchari, valde beatus fuisti cum Verbum Dei te in igne columbe imbuit, ubi tu quasi aurora illuminatus es, et sic fundamentum ecclesie edificasti. Et in pectore tuo Choruscat dies In quo tria tabernacula Superra marmoream columpnam stant In civitate Dei. Per os tuum Ecclesia ruminat Vetus et novum vinum, videlicet poculum sanctitatis Sed et in tua doctrina Ecclesia effecta est racionalis, ita quod supra montes clamavit ut colles et ligna se declinarent ac mamillas illius sugerent. Nunc in tua clara voce Filium Dei ora pro hac turba Ne in cerimoniis Dei deficiat, sed ut vivens holocaustum ante altare Dei fiat.
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Eucharius! you walked blithely when you stayed with the Son of God, touching him, watching his miracle-working. You loved him with a perfect love when terror fell on your friends – who being human had no strength to bear the brightness of the good. But you – in the blaze of utmost love – drew him to your heart when you gathered the sheaves of his precepts. Eucharius! when the Word of God possessed you in the blaze of the dove, when the sun rose in your spirit, you founded a church in your bliss. Daylight shimmers in your heart where three tabernacles stand on a marble pillar in the city of God. In your preaching Ecclesia savors old wine with new – a chalice twice hallowed. And in your teaching Ecclesia argued with such force that her shout rang over the mountains, that the hills and the woods might bow to suck her breasts. Pray for this company now, pray with resounding voice that we forsake not Christ in his sacred rites, but become before his altar a living sacrifice.
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Hannibal at his desk
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