Or autumn tints the glowing woods.
For this chill season now again
Brings, in its annual round, the morn
When, greatest of the sons of men,
Our glorious Washington was born.
Lo, where, beneath an [icy shield],
Calmly the mighty Hudson flows!
By [snow-clad fell] and frozen field,
Broadening, the lordly river goes.
The wildest storm that sweeps through space,