An Ode. on the Death of Gen. Geo. Washington

Mourn! mourn Columbia, mourn your Chief! Ah! mourn forevermore! Tell to the world thy tale of grief— Thy Washington's no more!

Our father and protector's dead! The statesman is no more! A deadly gloom is round us spread, And darkness veils our shore.

Ye stars, withdraw your feeble rays; Ye rivers cease to flow! Ye bards, who often sung his praise, Now join the song of woe!

Ye nations, drop a friendly tear, And mourn Columbia's chief! ye neighb'ring tribes, with hearts sincere, Partake our load of grief!

He's gone! he's gone! to realms above— To realms of pleasure, peace and love.