 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
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WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT.
A monument to Washington?
A tablet graven with his name?—
Green be the mound it stands upon,
And everlasting as his fame!
A tablet graven with his name?—
Green be the mound it stands upon,
And everlasting as his fame!
His glory fills the land—the plain,
The moor, the mountain, and the mart!
More firm than column, urn, or fane,
His monument—the human heart.
The moor, the mountain, and the mart!
More firm than column, urn, or fane,
His monument—the human heart.
The Christian—patriot—hero—sage!
The chief from heaven in mercy sent;
His deeds are written on the age—
His country is his monument.
The chief from heaven in mercy sent;
His deeds are written on the age—
His country is his monument.
“The sword of Gideon and the Lord”
Was mighty in his mighty hand—
The God who guided he adored,
And with His blessing freed the land.
Was mighty in his mighty hand—
The God who guided he adored,
And with His blessing freed the land.
The first in war—the first in peace—
The first in hearts that freemen own;
Unparalleled till time shall cease—
He lives immortal and alone.
The first in hearts that freemen own;
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He lives immortal and alone.
Yet let the rock-hewn tower arise,
High to the pathway of the sun,
And speak to the approving skies
Our gratitude to Washington.
High to the pathway of the sun,
And speak to the approving skies
Our gratitude to Washington.
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