Life in inglorious sloth—to sport a while
Amid the flowers, or on the summer wave.
Then, fleet like the Ephemeron, away,
Building no temple in her children's hearts,
Save to the vanity and pride of life
Which she had worship'd.
For the might that clothed
The "Pater Patria"—for the glorious deeds
That make Mount Vernon's tomb a Mecca shrine
For all the earth, what thanks to thee are due.