The balance of pain : and other poems . owly hidden much, but saying neither fame nor not that they are martyrs,Dreaming not of crown or treading where God leadeth,Passing on Avith noiseless pace. Bound not to the stake of torture, But, with worries daily sting,Naild by round of daily duty, To some unknown cross they selfs dear hopes and wishes To the fire of sacrifice,Pour they out their very not the anguish-price. Shines their light not glory tinted But as starry nebulae,Trembhng with a modest glimmer

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The balance of pain : and other poems . owly hidden much, but saying neither fame nor not that they are martyrs,Dreaming not of crown or treading where God leadeth,Passing on Avith noiseless pace. Bound not to the stake of torture, But, with worries daily sting,Naild by round of daily duty, To some unknown cross they selfs dear hopes and wishes To the fire of sacrifice,Pour they out their very not the anguish-price. Shines their light not glory tinted But as starry nebulae,Trembhng with a modest each one a sun may be. So these pure ones eer are sheddingPeace upon their owai love-sphere,Lighting just that one home-circleWith a tender radiance clear. H YMNS. Thus it has been, is, and will be, While the human world shall roll,And each unknoAvn martyr addethLight unto Gods glorious the soldiers who have striven, Not to die, but patient live,Though they ask it not, nor heed it,God to them His crown shall give. 131.

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