thankless tasks

[Jerrybaldy]

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[Dipen Guha]

And you, great sculptor--so, you gave/ A score of years to Art, her slave,/ And that's your Venus--whence we, turn/ To yonder girl that fords the burn.

[Dipen Guha]

The lines, a statesman's life in each !/ The flag stuck on a heap of bones, / A soldier's doing; what atones ? / They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.