Classic Poem

Worthiest! In whom we trace
The manhood and the matchless grace
Of him, the foremost gentleman
Of all his age and all his race,
 Our Georgian!
How from his grave the pure and grand
Old Oglethorpe would clasp thy hand
Across the centuries. How smile
In those true eyes that guard the while
His State from plunder and the torch—
Watching from pinnacle to porch.
From broad foundation to the height
Of her last keystone, where we write
Thy name among the chiefest great!
The wise—the just—the moderate—
The treble pillar of the State!