What -- write my name! <br /> How vain the feeble trust, <br /> To be remembered <br /> When the hand is dust -- <br /> Grieve rather that the talents freely given <br /> Were used for earth -- not treasured up for Heaven!<br /><br />Susanna Strickland Moodie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-autograph/
