SONG, for the celebration of Washington's Birth-day

From Helicon's embow'ring shades, Descend each muse, on rapture's wings, Apollo, join th' inspiring maids, And sweep the loud resounding strings! While answ'ring echoes hail the morn That Thou, Great WASHINGTON! was't born!

Thy martial deeds, all tongues employ, From Georgia, to Hantonia's bounds, And shouts of universal joy Th' extended Continent resounds! "This day (re-echoing skies return) "Illustrious Washington was born!

He leaves the sweet abodes of peace, And mounts Bellona's iron ear, Ensur'd, by destiny, success, He rules the thund'ring tide of war! 'Till vanquish'd Vet'rans curse the morn Victorious Washington was born.

His Country freed, he sheathes the sword, Untainted by ambition's sires, And joy'd to see her rights restor'd, In silent majesty retires. His brows, eternal wreaths adorn! This day, Great Washington was born.

Our Glorious Constitution owes To HIM its beauty, strength and grace, Who with com-patriot peers arose, And Freedom built on Law's firm base. Then hail the Patriot, by whose aid, The glorious corner-stone was laid!

The Fabric built, his country claim'd Her Great Defender for its head, He took the helm, with zeal inflam'd, While all the Statesman shone display'd: Columbia's traitors curse the morn, Their great Antagonist was born.

To ADAMS then he gave the helm, Well skill'd the glorious bark to guide. Rocks, shelves and storms he makes her stem, And proudly brave th' opposing tide, His brows with laurels then entwine, And blend Creat Washington! with thine.

But hark! his Country calls! again Behold the godlike Chief advance, He grasps the sword! resumes the plain! To curb the arrogance of France. Applauding millions hail the morn Their Bulwark of defence was born!

While the warm blood bedews our veins, This annual tribute we will pay, And famine, plagues, consume our plains To France, and pestilence a prey, If e'er our Sons forget the morn When thou, Great Washington was't born.