James Graham, 1st Marquise of Montrose

On Himself, Upon Hearing What Was His Sentence

Let them bestow on evíry airth a limb;
Open all my veins, that I may swim
To Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake;
Then place my parboilíd head upon a stake,
Scatter my ashes, throw them in the air:
Lord (since Thou knowíst where all these atoms are)
Iím hopeful once Thouílt recollect my dust,
And confident Thouílt raise me with the just.

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