She lay in quiet vigil
Bronze eyes now at rest
A torch once held for Liberty
Folded to her breast
Around her gathered memories
A harbor full of cries
Whispered through her epitaph
A truth both sharp and sore:
“I could have done more
I did not
And now I am no more
She lay in quiet vigil
Bronze eyes now at rest
A torch once held for Liberty
Folded to her breast
Around her gathered memories
A harbor full of cries
Whispered through her epitaph
A truth both sharp and sore:
“I could have done more
I did not
And now I am no more