What God’s Honor cannot speak, I will not say,
His Honor is God’s Stripes of Office, displayed.
No uttered word, will I that would betray
Those ensigns that by Roman lash were laid.
Not by my Strength, but His, thus do I vow,
Who, little, am a child in His shade’s wake.
And wear, like beads, blood, sweat, upon my brow
And...
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