That bore us as a gently widening stream
Unto the ocean of our martyrdom.
Uniting all our feebler souls in one—
A mightier—we reached forth with this to God.
Perpetua had been troubled for her babe,
Robbed of the breast and now these many days
Wasting for want of food; but when that change
Whereof I spake, of light and liberty
Relieved the horror of our prison gloom,
They brought it to her, and she sat apart,