Emily Dickinson - The Book Of Martyrs lyrics

Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the f*got; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Pa**ed out of record Into renown!