Correction Lyrics The Children & Sir Nameless by Thomas Hardy

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Sir Nameless, once of Athelhall, declared:
"These wretched children romping in my park
Trample the herbage till the soil is bared
And yap and yell from early morn till dark!
Go keep them harnessed to their set routines:
Thank God I've none to hasten my decay;
For green remembrance there are better means
Than offspring, who but wish their sires away."

Sir Nameless of that mansion said anon:
"To be perpetuate for my mightiness
Sculpture must image me when I am gone."
- He forthwith summoned carvers there express
To shape a figure stretching seven-odd feet
(For he was tall) in alabaster stone
With shield, and crest, and casque, and sword complete:
When done a statelier work was never known

Three hundred years hied; Church-restorers came
And, no one of his lineage being traced
They thought an effigy so large in frame
Best fitted for the floor. There it was placed
Under the seats for schoolchildren. And they
Kicked out his name, and hobnailed off his nose;
And, as they yawn through sermon-time, they say
"Who was this old stone man beneath our toes?"

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