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 planet's bound. Their faith the everlasting troth; Their expectation fair; The needle to the north degree Wades so, through polar air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LIGHT WITH YOURS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLIDAY AT HAMPTON COURT by JOHN DAVIDSON DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |