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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Girl Martyr</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate;<br>His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state;<br>But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield—<br>Names known in lofty council halls as well as tented field—<br>None dared approach to break the spell of deep and silent gloom<br>That hover’d o’er his haughty brow, like shadow of the tomb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While still he mused the air was rent with loud and deaf’ning cry,<br>And angry frown and darker smile proclaimed the victim nigh.<br>No traitor to his native land, no outlaw fierce was there,<br>’Twas but a young and gentle girl, as opening rose bud fair,<br>Who stood alone among those men, so dark and full of guile,<br>And yet her cheek lost not its bloom, her lips their gentle smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length he spoke, that ruthless chief, in tones both stern and dread:<br>“Girl! listen! mark me well, or else thy blood be on thy head!<br>Thou art accused of worshipping Jesus the Nazarene—<br>Of scorning Rome’s high, mighty Gods,—speak, say if this has been?<br>I fain would spare thee, for thy name among our own ranks high;<br>Thine age, thy sex, my pity move, I would not see thee die! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">”If thou hast dared at foreign shrine to rashly bend the knee,<br>Recant thine errors, and thy guilt cancelled at once shall be.“<br>Undaunted spoke she, ”In His steps unworthy have I trod,<br>And spurned the idols vain of Rome for Him, the Christian’s God.<br>I fear not death, however dread the ghastly shape he wear,<br>He whom I serve will give me strength thy torments all to bear.“ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darker than e’en the darkest cloud became her judge’s brow,<br>And stern the threats he thundered forth. ”What dost thou dare avow?<br>Retract thy words, or, by the Gods! I swear that thou shall die!“<br>Unmoved she met his angry frown—his fierce and flashing eye:<br>”Nay, I have spoken—hasten now, fulfil thy direful task,<br>The martyr’s bright and glorious crown is the sole boon I ask.“ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce was the struggle raging then within her judge’s breast,<br>For she, that girl, in tones of love, he once had low addressed;<br>And lowly as his haughty heart at earthly shrine might bow<br>He’d loved the being, young and bright, who stood before him now.<br>With iron might he’d nerved himself to say the words of fate,<br>To doom to death the girl he sought—but sought in vain—to hate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now, e’en in the final hour, ’spite of his creed of crime,<br>His ruthless heart and fierce belief, love triumphed for a time.<br>”Irene! girl!“ he wildly prayed, ”brave not Rome’s fearful power!<br>Mad as thou art, she’ll pardon thee, e’en in the eleventh hour;<br>Cast but one grain of incense on yon bright and sacred fire,<br>And outraged as thy rulers are, ’twill calm their lawful ire!“ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">”Bend but thy knee before the shrine where we’ve so often knelt,<br>Joined in the same pure orisons—the same emotion felt;<br>Forsake a creed whose very God with scorn was crucified—,<br>Irene, hear me, and thou It be again my life and pride!“<br>He pressed the censer in her hand, of which one single throw<br>Would have restored her all the state, the bliss, that earth might know; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she, inspired by heavenly grace, the censer dashed aside:<br>”I’ve said I but believe in Him who on Mount Calvary died!“<br>He spoke no word, her cruel judge had hurled his glittering dart;<br>Barbed with relentless rage, it found his victim’s dauntless heart.<br>She but had time to breathe a prayer that he might be forgiven,<br>And in that breath her spotless soul had passed from earth to heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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