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’TIS growing dusk, yet in the gathering gloom
I still can see two faces in the room.
On one face two of my first I can spy,
And on the other twenty I descry.
And of my second, one face shows me none
While I see five upon the other one.
My whole is on one face; but placed with care
Above the other rests on shining hair.
[93]
MY first grows by the riverside,
And in the fields it has been seen;
’T is raised on poles, the country’s pride,
Dear to the peasant and the queen.
The men had many battles braved,
And on my last I saw them sit,
Beside the General, who waved
My last, and read aloud a writ.
Beside a river flowing free,
The spot marked by a grassy mound,
My whole, nicknamed “Old Hickory,”
Was long ago put in the ground.