text:  Are they forgotten? no the rugged stone The lap of earth on which they rested lone; The very implements of torture there-- The axe the rack the tyrant's jealous care; Each mark that meets successive ages' eyes Speaks trumpet-tongued a fame that never dies; And tells the thoughtful stranger while the tear Unbidden starts that freedom triumph'd here-- Plumed her immortal wings for nobler flight And bore her martyr'd brave to realms of light