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’ Twas by thy stroke, O Liberty,
The noble patriot was knighted,
Who glorified with victory
Virginian fields, by tyrants blighted;
’ Twas at thy call he rose and fought
To settle internecine quarrels
And then his peaceful homestead sought,
His temples wreathed with Fabian laurels.
’ Twas thy commandments that he taught
When for a people, tried and loyal,
The laws of right he wisely wrought,
A nation’s chief, benign, but royal,
In council with the wise and good\
Enfolded in the statesman’s toga,
He sat as firm as e’er he stood
At Trenton, Yorktown, Saratoga.
When bubbles of a moment’s fame
Must pass oblivion’s fatal muster,
And many a toasted princely name
On memory’s vault shall lose its luster,
Then, graced by centuries of renown,
The civic chief shall sit for aye,
Without a scepter or a crown,
The sovereign prince of Liberty.
In memory’s pilgrimage we wend
To where the sod the hero pillows.
No mourning flowers their fragrance lend,
Nor grace his tomb the weeping willows;
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