Selected Poetry

COLUMBIA's SONS may now lament, Their Spear is broke, their Bow unbent; WASHINGTON lies among the dead, His life, but not his glory fled.

Oh! join in grief each living soul, Your mighty, mighty loss condole: The World's great friend, his Country's head, The noble WASHINGTON is dead!

Who now shall guide the Bark of state; Who now shall wield the Sword of fate: To guard our lives and liberty— Since WASHINGTON no more can be?

Most mighty God! allay our fears, And pity much a world in tears; As thou in former time hast done: O send another WASHINGTON!

If e'er our Land again must bleed, And such another SAVIOUR need: Repeat thy gift in our distress, A WASHINGTON, mankind to bless!