Mrs. Hemans.
Earth’s Nameless Martyrs.
1 The kings of old have shrine and tomb
In many a minster’s haughty gloom;
And green, along the ocean-side,
The mounds arise where heroes died;
But show me on thy flowery breast,
Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest!
2 The thousands that, uncheered by praise,
Have made one offering of their days;