What were once showy tones
Of hearty earth and aged wood
Over passing time oxidize,
To expose a mellow lime.

Offering homes for tired bones
Gracious and tall she stood.
Giving promises of fair skies,
Where sovereign bells do chime.

I seek asylum from my mind,
I hope to be set free,
I hold high a flaming torch,
At the feet of Lady Liberty.

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