Unto like Story - Trouble has enticed me - How Kinsmen fell - Brothers and Sister - who preferred the Glory - And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons - chanted - Till God's full time - When they let go the ignominy - smiling - And Shame went dumb - Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me, Worn fair By Heads rejected - in the lower country - Of honors there - Such spirit makes her perpetual mention, That I - grown bold - Step martial - at my Crucifixion - As Trumpets - rolled -
Feet, small as mine - have marched in Revolution Firm to the Drum - Hands - not so stout - hoisted them - in witness - When Speech went numb - Let me not shame their sublime deportments - Drilled bright - Beckoning - Etruscan invitation - Toward Light.
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