And, fix'd on his, forgets proud Fred'ric's name.
In times like thefe, if fuch a man there be,
Who does not feel, that WASHINGTON is he?
Hail, firft of patriots! form'd by heav'n's own hand,
First to preferve, then teach thy native land:
Whole arm was nerv'd by freedom, when he fought,
Whose pen bright wisdom guided while he wrote-
Whofe conduct feals the leffons he has taught-
From whofe wife page Columbia's rifing youth
Muft gather public honour, faith, and truth;
There learn by times, that freedom's facred caufe
Mult fink, when faction burfts the gen'rous laws,
By wifdom fram'd, the wayward to controul;
And from the public body tears the foul.
Hail happy man! thy animating name
To latest times fhall kindle freedom's flame,
The grateful breafts of future myriads fire,

When heav'n-taught bards shall strike the founding lyre,
And tell them, glowing with a confcious pride,
Thou waft their chief, deliv 'rer, parent, guide.
Illuftrious warriors, late Columbia's boat,
Who, in the nobleft cause, were nobly loft,
Fain would the mufe here check her bold career,
To drop o'er you a monumental tear;

But from your afhes, hark! a voice proceeds,
"That bleit is he, who for his country bleeds."
This bids us not your envied fate to rue,
But in your brave furvivors honour you.
Dear is the tie that links the anxious fire,
To the fond babe that prattles round his fire:
Dear is the love that prompts the grateful youth
A parent's cares and drooping age to foothe:
Dear is the fifter, brother, hufband, wife,
Dear all the charities of focial life:

Nor wants firm friendship holy wreaths, to bind,
In mutual fympathy, the faithful mind."

But not th' endearing fprings that fondly move
To filial duty or parental love-

Not all the ties that kindred bosoms bind-
Nor all in friendship's holy wreaths entwin'd,
Are half fo dear, fo potent to controul
The gen'rous workings of the patriot's foul,
As is that holy voice, that cancels all
Thofe ties, and bids him for his country fall.
At this high fummons, with undaunted zeal,
He bares his breaft, invites th' impending fteel,
Smiles at the hand, that deals the fatal blow,
Nor heaves one figh for all he leaves below.
Nor yet does glory, though her boast be bold,
Her afpect radiant, and her treffes gold,
Guide through the walks of death alone her car,
Attendant only on the din of war:

She ne'er difdains the gentle vale of peace,

Or olive fhades of philofophic ease,

Where heav'n-taught minds, to woo the muse refort, Create in colours, or with founds transport,

Where freedom's fenate form'd the nobleft plan,
That e'er compris'd the various rights of man;
More pleas'd on Hudfon's filent marge to roam,
Than lead her captive foes in triumph home;
Where Pennsylvania's polifh'd farmer greets
The home-born pleasures of his calm retreats;
And far from ftrife a chofen few among
Pours the mellifluous wifdom of his tongue.
Thus fafely landed on fome friendly fhore,
The feamen fmile while diftant tempefts roar.
To read with Newton's ken the ftarry sky,
And God the fame in all his orbs defcry,
With Franklin, nature's hidden aths explore,
To point at causes never known before,
Difarm the ftorm, and bid the lightning's fire,
Ruth innocently down the guardian wire,
To lead forth merit from her lonely fhade,
Extend to rifing arts a patron's aid,
Build the nice ftructure of the gen'rous law,
That holds the freeborn foul in willing awe,
To fwell the fail of trade, the barren plain,
To bid with fruitage blufh, and wave with grain,
O'er pale misfortune drop, with friendly figh,
Pity's mild balm, and wipe affliction's eye-
Thefe, thefe are deeds Columbia muft approve,
Muft nurfe their growth with all a parent's love.
Thefe are the deeds her Wafhington purfues-
The public good fill cent'ring all his views.
Thefe are the deeds that public virtue owns,
And, jufl to public virtue, glory crowns.

PHILADELPHIA:

PRINTED BY MATHEW CAREY,
No. 118, Market-street.

M.DCC.XCII.

AMERICAN MUSEUM

For OCTOBER, 1787.