Through the straight pass.
   of suffering.
The Martyrs even trod
Their feet upon temptation
Their foreheads - upon God

A Stately - Shriven Company.
Convulsion playing round
Harmles[s] as streaks of meteor
Upon a planets bound -

Their faith, the everlasting troth
Their expectation sure
The ne[e]dle to the North dregree [sic]
Wades so through Polar air -

[by Emily Dickinson]