MARTYR.
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He waved his jests on spears of hidden grief, Calmed by his silence all complaint and tears; Filled hopeless hours with whimsical belief, And laughed at fears. He walked his bitter paths alert and bold, No pity ever turned his steadfast eye; If dull mouths grinned and goblin stories told, He cared not why. And with what end? To end a dream of breath; Singing his heart out to all withheld Joy, Walking into the labyrinth of death, Brave as a boy.