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- Author: Thomas Dixon
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1507861435
- ISBN-13: 9781507861431
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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OVER a bleak hillside in Scotland the sun is sinking in the sea. A group of humble men and women stand before the King's soldiers accused of disobedience to Royal command. They have been found guilty of worshiping God according to the dictates of their own conscience and not according to the ritual of the Church of England. The sheriff appeals in vain that they yield and live. The grim prelate advances, reads the death warrant, and offers pardon if they renounce their faith. With quiet smiles they lift their heads and pray. The King on his throne has failed. The King within the soul of man is rising to reign. The martyrs are bound to a stake, the fagots piled high, the torch applied. Above the crackle and roar of flames over the hills by the western sea rises their song-the battle hymn of a coming republic of freemen.
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- Author: Thomas Dixon
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1507861435
- ISBN-13: 9781507861431
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
OVER a bleak hillside in Scotland the sun is sinking in the sea. A group of humble men and women stand before the King's soldiers accused of disobedience to Royal command. They have been found guilty of worshiping God according to the dictates of their own conscience and not according to the ritual of the Church of England. The sheriff appeals in vain that they yield and live. The grim prelate advances, reads the death warrant, and offers pardon if they renounce their faith. With quiet smiles they lift their heads and pray. The King on his throne has failed. The King within the soul of man is rising to reign. The martyrs are bound to a stake, the fagots piled high, the torch applied. Above the crackle and roar of flames over the hills by the western sea rises their song-the battle hymn of a coming republic of freemen.
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