“They lived unknown

Till persecution dragged them into fame,

And chased them up to heaven. Their ashes flew,

No marble tells us whither. With their names

No bard enbalms and sanctifies his song:

And history, so warm on meaner themes,

Is cold on this. She execrates, indeed,

The tyranny that doomed them to the fire,

But gives the glorious sufferers little praise.”

End of Volume I.