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WASHINGTON'S SALE OF HIS NURSE.
Like night, across the sunlight of his fame,Comes that one deed. Who does not grieve, that he,
Who struck the fetters from futurity,
And else, unblasted by the touch of shame,
By godlike deeds, had glorified the name
Of man—who fronted death for liberty,
And, foremost, battled his own race to free,
Stamping his glory wheresoe'er he came,—
That Washington could sell her, in whose breast
He nestled in his careless infancy?
Blush!—he, who made the forests of the West
The home of homeless freedom, her, whose knee
Rocked his young eyes to slumber, calmly sold,
Bartering earth's greatest name for worthless gold.
November 7th, 1842.
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