Notwithstanding what behind him
Is for a wasteland layed out.
Nor smokes, for a ruinous heap.
Blamelessly is put to rout.
Wide avenues the victor demands.
Green-lined; with applauding lush.
Statue of his likeness high-sat.
Child's wild merriments may brush.
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penned nicely- Statue of his likeness high-sat. Child's wild merriments may brush.