Washington's Monument.

By George Pope Morris

A monument to Washington?

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 Christian — patriot — hero — sage!

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.

The first in war — the first in peace —

The first in hearts that freeman own;

Unparalleled till time shall cease —

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.