The Statue

How soiled the wreath which oft that strumpet, Fame,
Puts on the brazen forehead of the base!
Men lie, and plunder, and betray their race;
Then the State's coffer raises to their name
A statue, — let it mark eternal shame,
And obloquy, dishonor and disgrace.
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