THE MARTYR.
Not only is the martyr one
Who seals his faith with fight;
Who yields his life without a groan,
When battling for the right;
The anxious heart a martyr is,
The soul cast down with fear,
Lest some who should the truth receive
The truth refuse to hear.
Who seals his faith with fight;
Who yields his life without a groan,
When battling for the right;
The anxious heart a martyr is,
The soul cast down with fear,
Lest some who should the truth receive
The truth refuse to hear.
A martyr will the sooner bear
To feel the scorching flame,
Or rack that waits his flesh to tear,
Than yield to wrong or shame;
The seeming martyr will conceal
Those secrets of the mind,
Which Heaven may to the sight reveal,
As light breaks on the blind;
To feel the scorching flame,
Or rack that waits his flesh to tear,
Than yield to wrong or shame;
The seeming martyr will conceal
Those secrets of the mind,
Which Heaven may to the sight reveal,
As light breaks on the blind;
The real martyr will not hide
The sacred rays of truth;
He'll brave the scorn, contempt, and pride
Of old age and of youth.
The sacred rays of truth;
He'll brave the scorn, contempt, and pride
Of old age and of youth.
