GEORGE WASHINGTON.
Reading edition
I.
Sing of her heroes' deeds, ye harps That long in Erin's halls have hung! Give to the world their mighty names— Give to their glorious deeds a tongue!
II.
Clime of the South! whose seven hills Uphold the fount of Genius, where To drink large draughts, from every land The votaries of art repair:
III.
Thou hast a list of time-tried names; Some truly great were born of thee: Some with their iron heel stamped out The last sad spark of liberty.
IV.
One land the Grecian madman boasts, Another claims the conquering Swede; One, echoing back the name of Tell, Holds up her hands from fetters freed!
V.
Yet brightest on the lists of fame, Bright with the glory Virtue gives, Enshrined within a nation's heart, Our Pater Patriæ ever lives!
VI.
No tear-stained laurels bind his brow, No bleeding land has cursed his birth; A world's proud meed hath given him place Above the honored names of earth.
Horace.