Part One: Life
 
                    XXXVIII
 
THROUGH the straight pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
 
A stately, shriven company;
Convulsion playing round,
Harmless as streaks of meteor
Upon a plant’s bound.
 
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.

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