Sacred-Texts Legends & Sagas Index Previous Next THE MIRACLE OF
ST. NICHOLAS DEAR God, great marvel is it unseen wonders to
behold! In St. Paul’s white monastery were tables of the gold,
And all the saints in order were seated. At the head Was the
Thunderer Elijah; where the midst of the board was spread, Were
Máriya and Sava; at the bottom of the board Were Holy Friday and
Sunday. To the glory of Christ the Lord To drink, and begin the
festival, St. Nicholas stood up, But he fell asleep in a little
and in slumber dropped the cup. It fell on the golden table, but
broke not, nor spilled the wine. We have not slumbered, brother,
though we drank cool wine ere now, |Elijah then rebuked him: |
|“Nicholas, brother mine,| Nor dropped cups from our fingers.
Why dost thou slumber so?” I closed my eyes for a little and a
strange dream came to me. | Said St. Nicholas: | |“Elijah the
Thunderer, let be!| There were three hundred cáloyers1 set sail
on the blue sea, And they bore sacrificial gifts to the famous
Holy Height