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Kindled at their rebukes the Martyrs face;
That face seemed of an angel: when he cried,
That he beheld Gods Glory, ín the Highest!
And standing by HIS THRONE, the Son of Man;
Whom mén had crúcifíed.
Priests all hastily stopped
Their formal ears. Then all cry out at once:
Away with this blasphemer, to the death!
And called in certain zelots: ín fierce heat,
Those on him fall. They have him, by the throat:
They him hale, they hurl with éxecrations forth,
Without their walls: and in fell fury, all there
Take up and cast on hím their wild snatcht stones.
He meekly kneeling, whílst endured his breath;
Prayed, for his murderers. Hounds, tradition saith;
Licked Stephens góre-blood ín that sínister place.
He first thus óf the followers of the Christ,
Received the martyrs' Crown, eternal Life.
Looking on us, he Maran-atha quoth.
Peace be to áll, which ín long-suffering wait;
His new appearing, wíth the Heavenly Host:
When áll shall be accomplished.
Mansoul.
We have sought;
In darkness of our souls, on living Earth,
Right paths. And, mercy of Heaven! we, ín our flesh;
Descended tó Abysm óf Worlds Death;
With Power to évoke spirits of former ages:
Of them, likewise, enquire the ways of Peace.

Stephen.

He said; and turning him, as they that sleep;
In Únderworld, laid down agáin His head:
Mongst righteous souls, that rest in Silent Death.