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        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.

                                                           STEPHEN PHILLIPS.

MLA citation:

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,