Martyr’s Memorial

SUCH natural debts of love our Oxford knows, So many ancient dues undesecrate, I marvel how the landmark of a hate For witness unto future time she chose; How out of her corroborate ranks arose The three, in great denial only great, For Art’s enshrining!… Thus, averted straight, My soul to seek a holier captain goes: That sweet adventurer whom Truth befell When as the synagogues were watching not; Whose crystal name on royal Oriel Hangs like a shield; who, to an outland spot Led hence, beholds his Star, and counts it well Of all his dear domain to live forgot.