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MY NAMESAKE.
Luther Eleutheros! thou lion-heart,Call'd by a name predestin'd to be Free,
Nobly thou didst the Christian warrior's part,—
Paul and Ignatius fought again in thee:
My glorious namesake, what a praise to me,
By nation, name, and nature too, thou art,
Martin Eleutheros, my Saxon chief!
I, too, would scorn to bend a slavish knee,
Or bate one tittle of my firm belief,
Or seem some other than I boast to be—
No human master's servant; in thy strength,
The Rock of Ages, is my spirit strong;
And resolutely will I lead along,
Like thee, for truth, and good, and God at length.
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