Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARTYRS, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography First Line: My child, whose soul is like a flame Last Line: Because no night is there. Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs. Subject(s): Children; Martyrs; Childhood | ||||||||
MY child, whose soul is like a flame Within a crystal altar-lamp, Bends o'er an ancient book, its name Obscured by mildew damp; And, tracing down the yellow leaves, Where quaint and crooked letters stand, Her breath comes quick, her bosom heaves, Hard shuts the eager hand. "Mamma,"I meet the lifted eyes That, softened, shine through gathering tears "God surely gives them in the skies, For all those dreadful years, "Some sweeter thing than others have, To comfort after so much pain; But, tell me, could we be as brave Through fire and rack and chain? "I 'm glad there are no martyrs now." Blithe rings the voice and positive. "Ah, Love," my own heart answers low, "The martyrs ever live. "A royal line in silk and lace, Or robed in serge and hodden gray, With fearless step and steadfast face They tread the common way. "Than dungeon bolt, or folding blaze, Their cross unseen may heavier press, And none suspect, through smiling days, Their utmost bitterness." "Some sweet thing surely God must keep To comfort," said my little one; "They thank Him now if tender sleep Comes when the day is done." God's angel, Sleep, with manifold Soft touches, smoothing brows of care, Dwells not beyond the gates of gold, Because no night is there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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