Maidenhood and age attain
A broader meaning as we view,
Her record, glorious as true.
Each subject, brave to do his part,
Found ready welcome to her heart.
She, the soldier’s work well done,
Proclaimed the wounded hero “Son”;
A royal soul alone reveres,
Worth, where ever it appears,
As light must all the brighter shine.
Springing from a source divine;
Benevolence, when simply shown,
Will gracefully adorn a throne:
The righteous wisdom of her aim,
Glorifies Victoria’s name.
FREEDOM’S SON.
Do you love him, Freedom’s son,
Great, Immortal Washington?
Is your raptured soul athrill,
At his majesty of will?
Unsubdued by doubts and fears,
Proudest of all proud careers,
It was his to boldly climb
Till his deeds stood forth sublime.
Can you see him, Freedom’s son,
Great, immortal, Washington?
See the armies he has led
Up and on where heroes bled?
Battle’s brunt, the foeman’s fire,
Seem but given to inspire,
Well his spirit might prevail
For he could not, would not fail.
Can you see him, Freedom’s son,
Great, immortal, Washington?
Face the ice-thronged Delaware
Knowing death itself is there?
Hark! the rasping, sharp as steel,
How it throbs along the keel;
Fog-enwrapped but firm he stands
With the future in his hands.
Can you see him, Freedom’s son,
Great, immortal, Washington?
Called to crown a record fair
In the Presidential chair.
First of many bound to own
This brave people’s heart a throne,
On the honor roll of fame
Men must ever read his name.
Can you see him, Freedom’s son,
Great, immortal, Washington?
Surely we are wreathing now,
Fadeless laurel for his brow.
When we meet to speak his praise,
Speak the wisdom of his ways,
In a nation’s life we view * * *
Washington, the tried, the true.