Saturday
Dec042010
The Book of Martyrs
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Read, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore
The faithful witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And celestial women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
Emily Dickinson
in
Poetry
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Reader Comments (1)
Good reminder that we (most of us, anyway) don't know what it really means to suffer for the cause of Christ. Thank you for sharing this, Kim!