SONG. COLUMBIA's GLORY. Tune.—A TRIP TO HARFORD

COLUMBIA's greatest glory Is her lov'd chief—fair freedom's friend, Whose fame renown'd in story, Shall last till time itself shall end: Ye muses bring Your harps and sing, Sweet lays that in smooth numbers run; In praise of our lov'd hero, The great, the godlike WASHINGTON.

His fame through future ages, Columbia's free-born sons shall raise; The theme all hearts engages, All tongues shall join to sing his praise. With joy sound forth His virtuous worth, And tell the glorious acts he's done: Of all mankind the greatest, Is our beloved WASHINGTON.

And oh! thou Great Creator Who form'd his youth, protect his age; Until in course of nature, Thou call'st him from this earthly stage. Then power above, Enthron'd in love, Who wast before this world begun; Receive into thy bosom, Our VIRTUOUS HERO WASHINGTON.