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Through the straight pass of suffering / The martyrs even trod, / Their feet upon temptation, / Their faces upon God.
A stately, shriven company; / Convulsion playing round, / Harmless as streaks of meteor / Upon a planet's bound.
Their faith the everlasting troth; / Their expectation fair; / The needle to the north degree / Wades so, through polar air.