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10. ON TYNDALE, THE MARTYR. (notes)

Tyndale! Blest martyr to the truth and right,

Who in thy zeal didst cause, with labor long,

God's word to shine out in thy native tongue,

In killing thee the men, who to the light

Darkness prefer, would shroud the world in night.

Vain hope! for on the day of this great wrong

The sun of truth arose on England's throng

With not a cloud t' obscure its splendor bright.

What though the men of Rome did strangle thee,

Then burn thy body at the stake? Thy name

Is honor'd in the earth, while infamy

Attends thy foes, and bigots blush with shame.

But more than this: in the last day God's Son

Will give the glorious crown, which thou hast won!