THE CHRISTIAN MARTYR.
(FROM THE PICTURE OF PAUL DELAROCHE.)
I.
A midnight waste of waters dark and chill,
With one pale star-beam falling there to rest,
A white-robed martyr floating calm and still,
As moves the tide above the silent breast;
With one pale star-beam falling there to rest,
A white-robed martyr floating calm and still,
As moves the tide above the silent breast;
A cruel cord that holds the lifeless wrist,
A floating robe upon the water spread,
A tender cheek that loving lips have kissed,
And uncoiled hair weighed backward from the head;
A floating robe upon the water spread,
A tender cheek that loving lips have kissed,
And uncoiled hair weighed backward from the head;
And a sweet face, so full of heavenly love
As one whom God had saved from dying woe,—
One glory rests the quiet brow above,
Another crowns the silent heart below.
As one whom God had saved from dying woe,—
One glory rests the quiet brow above,
Another crowns the silent heart below.
