From the German by William Johnson Fox 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 victory in their death; Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim To many a wakening land The one availing name.
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VI. Human Experience