Based on The Task by William Cowper

 Patriots work and bleed, their stories proudly shared,

Carved into history, with their deeds declared.

Through song and sculpture, their names are preserved,

But for those who guard Truth's shrine, greater honour is deserved.

 

Their blood, well-spent, for their land does secure,

Sweet freedom's bloom and laws that are pure.

But martyrs battle for a prize much higher,

With pain they purchase, through the persecutor's fire.

 

They claim the right to feast on Truth's immortal spread,

To walk with God, in heavenly paths to tread.

To be divinely free, with the skies in sight,

They rise, their souls in everlasting flight.

 

But their memory fades, their names left untold,

They lived unknown, until persecution's hold.

No stone marks their dust, no bard sings their praise,

Their place in history, so often left a haze.