Thomas Babbington Macaulay

(25 October 1800 – 28 December 1859 / Leicestershire)

Epitaph On Henry Martyn - Poem by Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Here Martyn lies. In Manhood's early bloom
The Christian Hero finds a Pagan tomb.
Religion, sorrowing o'er her favourite son,
Points to the glorious trophies that he won.
Eternal trophies! not with carnage red,
Not stained with tears by hapless captives shed,
But trophies of the Cross! for that dear name,
Through every form of danger, death, and shame,
Onward he journeyed to a happier shore,
Where danger, death, and shame assault no more.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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