FLUNG to the heedless winds, Or on the waters cast, The martyrs' ashes, watched, Shall gathered be at last; And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God. The Father hath received Their latest living breath; And vain is Satan's boast Of victors in their death; Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim To many a wakening land The one availing name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM |