Who abuse no power and admit no line
'Twixt the red men and the white.'
And bright was the spot where the Quaker came
To leave his hat, his drab, and his name,
That will sweetly sound from the trump of Fame
Till its final blast shall die.
The city he rear'd from the sylvan shade.
His beautiful monument now is made;
And long have the rivers their pride display'd
In the scenes that are rolling by."