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EARTH'S MARTYRS.
Many have hymned Thy Martyrs, Earth, of old,Who fell on red flames, as on flowers cold;But we, Thy poets, in a different fire,And at an inward worser flame expire;For that which did their bodies ashes makeOur souls consumes; we shrivel at that stake.We burn, yet live; they in a moment died;We are Thy real Martyrs, Thy true pride.STEPHEN PHILLIPS.
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