The Pearl/Volume 18/Acrostic - The Martyr

F irm as a rock the noble martyr stood, U nbending as a rod of tempered steel; C almly he sees the touch ignite the wood, K nowing the agony he soon must feel.

M ighty the influence which makes the body Y ield prompt obedience to the power of will!

C onscious of being right, this is the motto, U pon his banner writ in words of light. N o other motive can supply the power, T o cheer the martyr in his dying hour!

D ying because he would maintain the right, E ver should rule in place of boastful might! A nd so the martyr's name shall never die, R ound the whole world the stirring tale shall fly.

P eoples unborn his noble name shall learn, A nd his example make their bosoms burn; P atriots shall hail him as a brother true, A nd write his history for all to view!