Many have hymned Thy Martyrs, Earth, of old,
Who fell on red flames, as on flowers cold;
But we, Thy poets, in a different fire,
And at an inward worser flame expire;
For that which did their bodies ashes make
Our souls consumes; we shrivel at that stake.
We burn, yet live; they in a moment died;
We are Thy real Martyrs, Thy true pride.
Phillips, Stephen. “Earth’s Martyrs.” The Venture: an Annual of Art and Literature, vol. 1, 1903, p. 112. Venture Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021, https://1890s.ca/vv1-phillips-martyr