An Elegy on the death of General WASHINGTON. Set to music by Capt. ABRAHAM WOOD, of Northborough, which being…

Know ye not that a great man hath fallen to day. Yea we know it, yea we know it, yea we koow it. Hold thou thy peace. Mourn, mourn, mourn, mourn, O Americans for WASHINGTON's no more. "Rest his dear sword beneath his head; Round him his faithful Arms shall stand; Fix his bright Ensigns on his bed, The guards and honors of our land. Fair liberty, in Sables drest, Write his lov'd name upon his Urn, WASHINGTON! The scourge of Tyrants past, And awe of Princes yet unborn. Glory with all her lamps shall burn, And watch this warrior's sleeping clay, 'Till the last trumpet rouse his urn, To aid the triumphs of the day. Great Soul, we leave thee to thy rest; Enjoy thy Jesus and thy GOD, Till we, from bonds of clay releas'd, Spring out and climb the shining road." "Earthly cavern, to thy keeping We commit our brother dust, Keep it safely, softly sleeping, Till the LORD demand thy trust. Keep it safely, softly sleeping, Till the LORD demand thy trust. Sweetly sleep, dear Saint, in Jesus, Thou with us shalt wake from death; Hold he cannot, though he seize us; We his power defy by faith. Jesus, thy rich consolation, To thy mourning people send: May we all, with faith and patience, Wait for our approaching end. Keep from courage, vain or vaunted; For our change our hearts prepare: Give us confidence undaunted, Cheerful hope, and godly joy.