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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,<br>There’s a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,<br>And the birds are singing gaily – I must crush my sorrow down<br>Why should a woman weep whose son doth wear a martyr’s crown?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Tis many hundred years since Stephen knelt in the market place,<br>Facing the cruel heathen stones battering his boyish face,<br>St. Stephen, first of the martyred bans! And he, my little son,<br>My little black-eyed Juan, he is the latest one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is almost too much honour – ah! Madre de Dios, be kind,<br>I am only a human mother, sinful and weak and blind,<br>I could not say “They will be done,” on that terror-haunted day,<br>When he faced their coward bullets, with a “Viva Cristo Rey.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can see the fearless flashing eyes, I can hear the ringing cry<br>As he fell ‘mid the blood-stained flowers, ‘neath the cruel-smiling sky,<br>His young form riddled with bullets, and I ran and held him fast,<br>And he smiled “Adios, Madre” for comfort at the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nights are long in the adobe hut as I kneel and think of my dead,<br>For ‘”We must not pray for a Martyr,” so Padre Felipo said,<br>He is throned near to Our Lord’s Dear Heart-no need for me to pray-<br>So I sit and hold the crimson scarf he wore on a festa day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I ask Our Lady for patience, for strength to bear my crown,<br>To smile as a martyr’s mother should, and tread my sorrow down.<br>I pray for our tortured country to hasten freedom’s day<br>When we may hail Our Heavenly King with a “Viva Cristo Rey.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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There’s a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,
And the birds are singing gaily – I must crush my sorrow down
Why should a woman weep whose son doth wear a martyr’s crown?

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