Proto Merlin

"In medieval halls where wisdom's light did gleam, Stood Albertus Magnus, a scholar's dream. Born in mystery's veil, around the year unknown, A German sage, in Lauingen, he'd call his own. A friar, philosopher, and man of devout grace, Dominican by choice, wisdom he would embrace. In Padua's halls, Aristotle's words did unfold, Guided by Mary's grace, his fate began to mold. In Bologna, Cologne, and many a town, His lectures echoed, wearing the scholar's gown. Summa de bono, a testament of his thought, In theology's realm, his teachings were sought. Master of theology, his intellect refined, Guiding students, like Aquinas, in wisdom they'd bind. General of Dominicans, he would lead with might, Defending truth against Paris' scholarly fight. In Valenciennes' Chapter, with scholars convened, A program of studies, a scholastic dream. The Angelicum's roots, in Rome's sacred space, Where philosophy and theology would embrace. As bishop he'd serve, in Regensburg's old seat, A humble journey, traversing on feet. His heart yearned for peace, as mediator he'd stand, Resolving disputes, a peacemaker grand. Philosopher, scientist, theologian too, His writings profound, in volumes they grew." Aristotle's words.