LINES
On the Statue of Washington in the Capitol.
| It is our WASHINGTON that you behold, Whom Nature fashioned in her grandest mould, To be the leader of a noble band, The friends of freedom, and their native land: A perfect hero, free from all excess; Above Napoleon, though he dazzled less: Not quite so great for what he did, 'tis true, But greater far for what he did not do: And, nought he ought not, all he ought, to be, He made his country, and he left her, free. |