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[title] => Philosopher of Philosophers
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[bodytext] =>  Landulfo had an eagle’s nest in Roccasecca fort, His seven sons, they were the best to fight with lance and sword. But Lo! his last son was no good in battle and in fight, Another goal the chap pursued, than be the emperor’s knight. He turned a great philosopher, - we are in awe of him, He was a big bulk of a man that housed a seraphim. Of noble and illustrious birth, of Emperor’s lineage he Would want to trod upon this earth in want and poverty. “He is a misfit spoke his dad, as far as battle goes, And lose in every tournament, or get a bloodied nose” “Let’s make a church man out of him, who loathes lance and sword, To serve as some Superior or Abbot the good Lord.” But lo! the youngster coveted, a very different thing, aimed at the frock of mendicant and firmly to it cling. To dissuade him from his goal, his family did hold The stuff-necked in a tower's jail where it was moist and cold But he escaped, and ran and ran as quickly as he could To reach the new-built friary that by a cross road stood. An Abbot or Superior the chap wished not to be, But humble friar mendicant in the new-built friary. His kindred searched for him and found the beggar‘s frock not chic, Unsuited for a relative of Emperor Frederick,*  They robbed him of the friar’s frock at once and beat him up. But he defended it with fists, with beggar sack and club. A Hound of Heaven he was now - a Canus Domini, Philosopher/Theologian bright, prolific, keen, but shy; Behind the massive forehead stirred his concepts high and great, The world and Christendom would shake by what was in his head. The Prince of the Scholastics and of all philosophy, Attuned and wedded wisdom Greek with Christianity, And reconciled the two indeed and saw that this was right, And christianized the maxims high of the pagan Stagirite** At Paris University some chaps with dainty locks Poked fun at him for his big bulk and dubbed him the “Dumb Ox“. Albertus Magnus recognized the genius prodigy: “This Ox will bellow loud, he said the true philosophy“. Invited by the King of France, - a court of chivalry,. He went, - out of obedience, - for obedient was he; Among the bright illustrious guests and armored knights gallant Sat quietly, absorbed in thoughts, the friar mendicant. The High Noblesse danced merrily, while court musician played, The table with delicious food was beautifully laid, But he colossal friar staid, absorbed in profound thoughts, How to combat philosophers, next morning after Lauds. And suddenly the friar’s fist came on the table down, Plates crashed to shards, the dishes flew and stained some lady’s gown, Not noticing the friar sat, a napkin in his knees, And then spoke soberly and flat: “This settles the Manichees”! The Manichees, their heresies,- no more came from his lips, Then back to thoughts ,- while good King Luis picked up some shards and chips. But Thomas, ready for combat with sophists from the East Had found the words now to rebut and could relax his fist. He would prevail in argument ‘gainst Siger of Brabant, And sophists from Arabia and snobs from the Levant; But would espouse, enbrace. endorse, the Pagan Stagirite* And would acknowledge that he was the brightest Grecian light.  High up the Augustinian monks all glowered down on him, For they were Plato’s champions, and thus a hostile team. But Thomas spoke of Reason, and upheld common sense, And stressed all matter’s sacredness and came to its defense. If books of all philosophies were in high fires burnt, St. Thomas could replace them all for the learned and the unlearned. And make afresh philosophies from humble stones and straw This greatest of philosophers, that keeps the world in awe. St. Thomas won the great debate, Oh what weighty a debate! But humble Tomas left the hall - he was for Vespers late. And then he wrote, by Spirit taught,- and obedient was he, He wrote inspired the lofty thought- of God’s Simplicity. *Emperor Frederixck II **Aristotle © Elizabeth Dandy [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Elizabeth_Dandy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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