Lyrics for The Statue Of Liberty by Thomas Hardy :
AAThis statue of Liberty, busy man,
AAAAAHere erect in the city square,
I have watched while your scrubbings, this early morning,
AAAAAAAAStrangely wistful,
AAAAAAAAAnd half tristful,
AAAAAHave turned her from foul to fair;

AAWith your bucket of water, and mop, and brush,
AAAAABringing her out of the grime
That has smeared her during the smokes of winter
AAAAAAAAWith such glumness
AAAAAAAAIn her dumbness,
AAAAAAnd aged her before her time.

AAYou have washed her down with motherly care –
AAAAAHead, shoulders, arm, and foot,
To the very hem of the robes that drape her –
AAAAAAAAAll expertly
AAAAAAAAAnd alertly,
AAAAATill a long stream, black with soot,

AAFlows over the pavement to the road,
AAAAAAnd her shape looms pure as snow:
I read you are hired by the City guardians –
AAAAAAAAMay be yearly,
AAAAAAAAOr once merely –
AAAAATo treat the statues so?

AA”Oh, I’m not hired by the Councilmen
AAAAATo cleanse the statues here.
I do this one as a self-willed duty,
AAAAAAAANot as paid to,
AAAAAAAAOr at all made to,
AAAAABut because the doing is dear.”

AAAh, then I hail you brother and friend!
AAAAALiberty’s knight divine.
What you have done would have been my doing,
AAAAAAAAYea, most verily,
AAAAAAAAWell, and thoroughly,
AAAAAHad but your courage been mine!

AA”Oh I care not for Liberty’s mould,
AAAAALiberty charms not me;
What’s Freedom but an idler’s vision,
AAAAAAAAVain, pernicious,
AAAAAAAAOften vicious,
AAAAAOf things that cannot be!

AA”Memory it is that brings me to this –
AAAAAOf a daughtermy one sweet own.
She grew a famous carver’s model,
AAAAAAAAOne of the fairest
AAAAAAAAAnd of the rarest:-
AAAAAShe sat for the figure as shown.

AA “But alas, she died in this distant place
AAAAABefore I was warned to betake
Myself to her side! . . . And in love of my darling,
AAAAAAAAIn love of the fame of her,
AAAAAAAAAnd the good name of her,
AAAAAI do this for her sake.”

AAAnswer I gave not. Of that form
AAAAAThe carver was I at his side;
His child, my model, held so saintly,
AAAAAAAA Grand in feature,
AAAAAAAA Gross in nature,
AAAAAIn the dens of vice had died.