His life, according to James of Voragine.
Sequence by Adam of St. Victor:
De profundis tenebrarum
Mundo lumen exit clarum
Et scintillat hodie:
Olim quidem vas erroris,
Augustinus vas honoris
Datus est Ecclesiae.
Verbo Dei dum obedit,
Credit errans et accedit
Ad baptismi gratiam;
Quam in primis tuebatur,
Verbis, scriptis exsecratur
Erroris fallaciam.
Firmans fidem, formans mores,
Legis sacrae perversores
Verbi necat gladio;
Obmutescit Fortunatus;
Cedunt Manes et Donatus
Tantae lucis radio.
Mundus marcens et inanis,
Et doctrinis doctus vanis
Per pestem haereticam,
Multum coepit fructum ferre,
Dum in fines orbis terrae
Fidem sparsit unicam.
Clericalis vitae formam
Conquadravit juxta normam
Coetus apostolici:
Sui quippe nil habebant;
Tanquam suum dividebant
In commune clerici.
Sic multorum pro salute
Diu vivens in virtute
Bona tandem senectute
Dormivit cum patribus.
In extremis nil legavit
Qui suum nil aestimavit,
Immo totum reputavit
Commune cum fratribus.
Salve, gemma confessorum,
Lingua Christi, vox coelorum,
Tuba vitae, lux doctorum,
Praesul beatissime;
Qui te patrem venerantur,
Te doctorem, consequantur
Vitam in qua gloriantur
Beatorum animae. Amen.
Englished by Digby S. Wrangham:
From the depths of dark obscurest
Comes forth light, which shines, the purest,
On the earth to-day from heaven:
Once a vessel, truth mistrusting,
Now for honour made, Augustine
To the Church of God was given.
He, the Word of God obeying,
Now believes, once from it straying,
And for grace to baptism comes:
He those errors, once commended,
And in youth with words defended,
Reprobates in written tomes.
Faith confirming, precepts framing,
Those, against Christ's law declaiming,
Slays he with the Word's sharp sword:
Fortunatus' utterance faileth.
Manes with Donatus quaileth,
'Neath such radiant light outpoured.
Earth, made void and fast expiring,
But vain doctrines' lore acquiring,
Through the pest of heresy,
To produce much fruit commences,
As the one Faith he dispenses
To its furthest boundary'.
Rules he made for priestly living;
As their pattern, to them giving
The Apostles' company:
Nought their own these priests computed,
But whate'er seemed theirs devoted
To the whole community.
Thus, for many's welfare striving,
Many years in virtue living.
At a good old age arriving,
With his sires he slept at last.
No bequests he left, when dying,
Who, its ownership denying,
Thought his wealth should be supplying
All with whom his lot was cast.
Hail, Confessors' gem bright burning!
Tongue of Christ! heaven's voice of warning!
Trump of life and light of learning!
Prelate high amongst the blest!
May those, Father! who revere thee,
'Neath thy guidance that life near thee
Gain, where joys the truest cheer thee
In the Saints' all-glorious rest! Amen.