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THE MARTYR: A DRAMA.
FATHER.
Will sometimes weep at lofty, generous deeds.
Some broken traces of our noble nature
Were yet preserved; therefore our great Creator
Still loved his work, and thought it worth redemption.
And therefore his bless'd Son, our generous Master,
Did, as the elder brother of that race,
Whose form he took, lay down his life to save us.
But I have read thee, in our sacred book,
His gentle words of love.
CORDENIUS.
Each fibre of my body thrills in answer
To the high call.—
FATHER.
CORDENIUS (after a pause).
FATHER.
What passes in thy mind.
CORDENIUS.
Of God Supreme to an infinity