| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | After the Martyrdom | | By Scharmel Iris |
| | From Lyrics THEY threw a stone, you threw a stone, | |
| I threw a stone that day. | |
| Although their sharpness bruised his flesh | |
| He had no word to say. | |
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| But for the moan he did not make | 5 |
| To-day I make my moan; | |
| And for the stone I threw at him | |
| My heart must bear a stone. | | | | |
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