18
THE ENGLISH MARTYRS.
And was the sinless thus beset
With anguish and dismay?
How may we meet our conflict yet,
In the dark narrow way?
Thro' Him—thro' Him, that path who trod—
Save, or we perish, Son of God!
Hark, hark! the parting signal.
[Prison attendants enter.
Fare-thee-well!
O thou unutterably loved, farewell!
Let our hearts bow to God!
Herbert.One last embrace—
On earth the last!—We have eternity
For love's communion yet!—Farewell—farewell!—
[She is led out.
'Tis o'er—the bitterness of death is past!
