I go where the shadows deepen, and the end seems far off yet—
God keep thee safe from the sharing of this woeful late regret!
For of this be sure, my dearest, whatever thy life befall,
The crosses we make for ourselves, alas! are the heaviest ones of all.
SATURNINUS
By Katherine Eleanor Conway
He might have won the highest guerdon that heaven to earth can give,
For whoso falleth for justice—dying, he yet shall live.
He might have left us his memory to flame as a beacon light,
When clouds of the false world’s raising shut the stars of heaven from sight.