Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Katherine EleanorConway1157 Saturninus
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For whoso falleth for justice—dying, he yet shall live.
When clouds of the false world’s raising shut the stars of heaven from sight.
When we stand, as we ’ll stand at to-morrow’s dawn, by the grave of a world old wrong.
The love of his youth and his manhood’s choice—first-fruits of his life, and best.
For thee he braved scorn and reviling, and loss of gold and land,
Terrors of night and delay of light—prison and rack and sword.
And his face grew bright with reflex of light from the face of the Crucified.
And then—he failed—God help us! with the worst of dying done.
Nay, nay—make way for the strangers! we have no right in the dead.
And oh, for the standard smirched and shamed, and the name we dare not name!
Only the mother, like God, forgives, and comforts her heart with the past.