Poems (David)/Martyr's Memorial

by Edith Mary David

MARTYRS' MEMORIAL.

THERE, proudly towering to the morning skies,
The mournful records of the dead arise^a;—
The Autumn sun its golden rays have thrown,
In rich profusion o'er the sculptured stone,
On pinnacle and cross, its changing beam,
Robes the proud record with many a gleam,
As rising 'midst the heav'n pointing cluster,
So bright and fair!—with a glorious lustre.
Behold this noble pile!—Oh! never more,
May thine old walls witness the scenes of yore;
And long may this Martyrs' record inspire
Both masters and students with proud desire
To expel each dire error from our land
And of "The Truth," our faithful champion stand!
Fair city arise!—Cast from thee away,
Each semi-Roman practice of our day.
In learning deep, long may you proudly shine,
And of Britain's creed be the glorious shrine!