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HAIR OF WASHINGTON.
The relics of the great
Who by the sword or pen
Create or save the State
Should precious be to men;
Preserved and reverenced long
For every deed they wrought
That lessened human wrong,
And broadened human thought.
Who by the sword or pen
Create or save the State
Should precious be to men;
Preserved and reverenced long
For every deed they wrought
That lessened human wrong,
And broadened human thought.
Sacred to me the shred
Of thin, white hair I hold,
Cut from a great man's head
When he in death was cold
Of English blood, he rose
Superior to his race,
For, when he might, he chose
Nor rich reward, nor place.
Of thin, white hair I hold,
100
When he in death was cold
Of English blood, he rose
Superior to his race,
For, when he might, he chose
Nor rich reward, nor place.
Steadfast for all the sword
Of Sidney, Milton's pen,
Established, or restored,
More potent now than then.
Of all my relics chief,
Preserve his just renown,
Outlast the latest leaf
Of Cæsar's laurel crown.
Of Sidney, Milton's pen,
Established, or restored,
More potent now than then.
Of all my relics chief,
Preserve his just renown,
Outlast the latest leaf
Of Cæsar's laurel crown.
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