Show THOUGHTS MARTYRDOM what lei is it to be gifted sons of science or of sony song ye whose brows are crowned with laurel ye to whom the wings belong of fances eagle upward soaring past the regions of the sun or downward piercing thoughts deep caverns whither erst ent had ventured none answer is io it not to suffer pangs fangs to lesser souls unknown pine me mid amid earthly throngs an exile neer as then so much alone la Is it not to feel more keenly censures breath or sorrows dart to feed fames fickle flickering flambeau with blood from passions breaking heart kindling high hopes radiant ideals on life lifes a dark and craggy coast the while below the real lies weltering amid the white waves tempest tossed torches that light the way to glory consuming swiftly as ye shine As burned fell neros victims dying to illustrate a truth divine such thy meed arid add such thy mission child of genius choice of god through thee a cloud by lightning riven the sunbeam eer must seek the sod prophet poet seer or savant thine to nobly do and die martyrs elect to mans promotion gods great name to glorify 0 F |