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Two guard the frowning gateway: one
 Is of a solemn countenance;
 To him a rapid backward glance
Reveals a massacre begun.

The other, forward gazing, sees
 The glory of the age to come,
 The fruitfulness of martyrdom,
Of deaths that are nativities.

O weeping mothers, dry your tears!
 The Mother whom this canvass shows
 Nor fears, nor weeps, although she knows
An anguish deeper than your fears.