Since thought is life, God's martyrdoms were good
VIII
Since thought is life, God's martyrdoms were good,
And saints are trumps, no matter what they did.
Therefore I celebrate Sebastian's blood,
And glory with Lorenzo on his grid,
And likewise with all victims, bruised by boulders,
Stabbed by sadistic swords, on pikes impaled,
Who propped their Paradise on bleeding shoulders
And bred tumultuous pomps when princes failed.
Thus for their murdered Master, — thus for his dreamed
Utopia, — from a crooked Roman cross,
Heavenward on crimson clouds their conquest streamed
To touch His lips in life-redeeming loss.
Since thought is life, God's martyrdoms were good,
And saints are trumps, no matter what they did.
Therefore I celebrate Sebastian's blood,
And glory with Lorenzo on his grid,
And likewise with all victims, bruised by boulders,
Stabbed by sadistic swords, on pikes impaled,
Who propped their Paradise on bleeding shoulders
And bred tumultuous pomps when princes failed.
Thus for their murdered Master, — thus for his dreamed
Utopia, — from a crooked Roman cross,
Heavenward on crimson clouds their conquest streamed
To touch His lips in life-redeeming loss.
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