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II. GEORGE WISHART,
MARTYRED AT SAINT ANDREWS, MARCH 1, 1545.
Deep in the Castle donjon by the seaHe heard the waves with intermittent shock
Boom—and the winds his misery seemed to mock
With voice of freedom—but his soul was free.
He knew false Peter held the prison key,
And one lie told, his fetters would unlock:
Willing he stood, self-shut within the rock,
And from that rock he drank perpetually,
Rock-natured grown. But since by that stern road
Of hissing faggot and slow shrivelling flame
Alone could fullest liberty be won,
Whilst the grim Cardinal looked moveless on,
He bore the Cross, contemptuous of the shame,
And passed through fire and tempest straight to God.
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