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Rh Two guard the frowning gateway: one

Is of a solemn countenance;

To him a rapid backward glance

Reveals a massacre begun.

The other, forward gazing, sees

The glory of the age to come,

The fruitfulness of martyrdom,

Of deaths that are nativities.

O weeping mothers, dry your tears!

The Mother whom this canvass shows

Nor fears, nor weeps, although she knows

An anguish deeper than your fears.