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Rh And tho' his tribe be scattered to the wind From the Atlantic to the China sea, Yet do they think of that bright lamp he   burned Of family worth and proud integrity.

And many a sturdy grandchild hears his name In reverence spoken, till he feels akin To all the lion-eyed who built the world&mdash; And lion-dreams begin to burn within.