Elijah Parrish Lovejoy (poem)

Here rests, oh God! thy martyr! Men should give
     Due honor to his ashes, as they tread
     Over the grave of one whose actions shed
Lustre undying, fame not fugitive,
On the proud name his children bear. He died,
Not as the traitor, whose base spirit yields,
     For ease or safety, rights that God hath given,—
     Not as the craven, who, for Truth and Heaven,
With doubtful heart, the keen-edged weapon wields,
     And from the field ingloriously driven,—
By courage high his death was sanctified,
     His deeds, by faith and prayer—and none hath striven
More nobly in a noble cause—therefore
Honor be his, and praise for evermore.