Classic Poem

Along this path he walked, great Washington,
Who built a nation out of selfish men;
These trees he planted, here he stood and mused
On spring's first blossoms, or on autumn's gain.
By this loved river, flowing wide and free,
He sighed for rest from all the cares of state.
How dear his home! And yet he could not pause
While traitors tore his land with greed and hate;
He could not free himself, whose character
Was part and parcel of his country's name.
He found no lasting rest, though worn and spent,
Till death relieved him from the bonds of fame.
Through all the years, till freedom's day is run,
One name shall shine with splendor—W ASHINGTON .

Along this path he walked, great Washington,
Who built a nation out of selfish men;
These trees he planted, here he stood and mused
On spring's first blossoms, or on autumn's gain.
By this loved river, flowing wide and free,
He sighed for rest from all the cares of state.
How dear his home! And yet he could not pause
While traitors tore his land with greed and hate;
He could not free himself, whose character
Was part and parcel of his country's name.
He found no lasting rest, though worn and spent,
Till death relieved him from the bonds of fame.
Through all the years, till freedom's day is run,
One name shall shine with splendor—W ASHINGTON .