The lion sits out in the heat
To guard the sacred hill;
Past centuries, his iron wrought
By dint of patient skill
The sculptor’s name I do not know
But his work fills my mind;
A work of art, a legacy —
A thing to leave
Behind
The lion sits out in the heat
To guard the sacred hill;
Past centuries, his iron wrought
By dint of patient skill
The sculptor’s name I do not know
But his work fills my mind;
A work of art, a legacy —
A thing to leave
Behind
Very nice.