S SO much to me is imminent: To leave Revolt that is my tent, And Failure, chosen for my bride, And into life’s highway be gone, Ere yet Creation marches on, Obedient, jocund, glorified; And last of things afoot, to know How to be free is still to go With glad concession, grave accord, Nor longer, bond and imbecile, Stand out against the gradual Will, The guessed Fall in! of God the Lord. The Martyrs’ Idyl first came out in the Christmas ELECTROTYPED AND PRINTED The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE, MASS., U. S. A. |