Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Asia: Vols. XXI–XXIII. 1876–79.
Stephens Martyrdom
By John Keble (17921866)A
Stream upward ere he glow in sight,
And watching by his future flight
Set the clear heavens on fire;
So on the King of Martyrs wait
Three chosen bands, in royal state,
And all earth owns, of good and great,
Is gathered in that choir.
One calmly yields his willing breath,
Nor slow, nor hurrying, but in faith
Content to die or live:
And some, the darlings of their Lord,
Play smiling with the flame and sword,
And, ere they speak, to his sure word
Unconscious witness give.
By perfect robes of triumph known
And likest him in look and tone,
The holy Stephen kneels,
With steadfast gaze, as when the sky
Flew open to his fainting eye,
Which like a fading lamp flashed high,
Seeing what death conceals.
Was present to his raptured sight,
Even as reflected streams of light
Their solar source betray,—
The glory which our God surrounds,
The Son of Man, the atoning wounds,—
He sees them all; and earth’s dull bounds
Are melting fast away.
Could stamp the Saviour’s likeness true,
Or with his love so deep imbrue
Man’s sullen heart and gross,—
“Jesu, do thou my soul receive;
Jesu, do thou my foes forgive”:
He who would learn that prayer must live
Under the holy cross.
Must glide in air like gentle dove,
From yon unclouded depths above
Must draw his purer breath;
Till men behold his angel face
All radiant with celestial grace,
Martyr all o’er, and meet to trace
The lines of Jesus’ death.