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"Let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad."—Genesis, xi., 4.

to thyself a name, Not with a breath of clay, Which, like the broken, hollow reed, Doth sigh itself away; Not with the fame that vaunts The tyrant on his throne, And hurls its stigma on the soul That God vouchsafes to own.

Make to thyself a name, Nor such as wealth can weave, Whose warp is but a thread of gold, That dazzles to deceive; Not with the tints of Love Form out its letters fair, That scroll within thy hand shall fade Like him who placed it there.

Make to thyself a name, Not in the sculptured aisle, The marble oft betrays its trust, Like Egypt's lofty pile; But ask of Him who quell'd   Of death, the victor-strife, To write it on the blood-bought page Of everlasting life.