Sonnet

Persecution

Because as Christ willed I have tried to wing'Bove earth to seek Life's steady-burning light,Men sneer, and curse me as a leper-blightOn holy rights, call me apostate King,And stone me with their thoughts of hate, and flingMe from their hearts, and in despiteMy proofs of truth still with a pagan mightThey crucify my heaven-endeavoring.

Yet I'll not grudge years, years of sacrifice,Nor grudge the world of hope its niggard dole,The strangling clutch of want, nor hate's keen blade,Nor veiled sneers of this world's tolerant guise;I only pray the Master of my soul—Keep me unfalterable—unfraid.

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