And vain the prayer for life ascending.
They died, as holy martyrs die—
Their latest thought to God was given;
Resigned their souls in agony,
To wake in ecstacy in heaven.
And perished all? One mother fled,
Escaping both the brand and arrow;
And to the midnight forest sped,
Weary and weak, in pain and sorrow!
Nor fled alone—in wild distress,