 | [Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb |  |
THE IMAGE-MAKER
“Thou shalt no graven image make;”And yet, O sculptor, for the sake
Of such an effigy as I—
The superscription like the face
Disfigured now, and hard to trace—
Didst thou thyself consent to die.
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