England and Yesterday — Oxford - X. Martyrs’ Memorial

MARTYRS’ 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!

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Thus, averted straight, My soul to seek a holier captain goes: That sweet adventurer whom Truth befell Whenas 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.