Silence! though the flames arise and quiver:
Silence! though the crowd howls on for ever,
Silence! Through this fiery purgatory
God is leading up a soul to glory.

See, the white lips with no moans are trembling,
Hate of foes or plaint of friends dissembling;
If sighs come his patient prayers outlive them,
Lord, these know not what they do. Forgive them!

Thirstier still the roaring flames are glowing;
Fainter in his ear the laughter growing;
Brief will last the fierce and fiery trial;
Angel welcomes drown the earth denial.

Now the amorous death fires, gleaming ruddy,
Clasp him close. Down drops the quivering body,
While through harmless flames ecstatic flying
Shoots the beauteous soul. This, this is dying.

Lo, the opening sky with splendor rifted;
Lo, the palm branch for his hands uplifted;
Lo, the immortal chariot, cloud-descending,
And its legioned angels close attending.

Let his poor dust mingle with the embers,
While the crowds sweep on and none remembers:
Saints unnumbered through the infinite glory,
Praising God, recount the martyr’s story.

Dinah M. M. Craig (1826–1887)