Ode on the Birth Day of the Illustrious George Washington President of the United States, An
Fair rise the Morn that gave our heroe birth,
And with it peace descend to bless the earth,
And hail his natal day —
Fly discord far from these enlighten'd shores,
Let not fell Atte with destructive powers,
Shed one malignant ray. —
But let the loves and all the graces Come,
Let nature smiling Shed a rich perfume,
And antedate the Spring —
With Myrtle crown'd fair Freedom hail the morn,
On which your friend our much lov'd chief was born,
And all ye Muses Sing. —
Let venal bards a despots brow adorn,
In every wreath they find a rugged thorn,
And praise a Satire proves —
But our bright theme will make the garland shine,
To sweetest flowers his virtues we Combine,
And add to those our loves. —
What noble qualities enrich his mind;
His ardent zeal his policy refine'd,
His watchfulness and care —
When e'er his Country needs a faithful gaurd,
No dire event can find him unprepar'd,
For arts of peace or war. —
When Savage herds invade our fertile plains,
And undistinguishd Scalp the peaceful swains,
His energy is seen —
Collects the heroes from their rural home,
Their long neglected helmets they assume,
And peace is heard again. —
When ancient nations past their zenith drive
To that fixed point at which they must arrive,
And all their glory cloud —
Contending armies croud the ensanguind field,
The glittering arms are seen the sword the shield,
And garments rolld in blood. —
On Natures theatre almost alone —
Columbia Sitting on a peaceful throne —
Reclines her beauteous form,
Upon the bosom of her favourite Son —
Sees him Compleat the work which he began —
And turn the impending storm.
Long may this bright auspicious day appear,
And gild with lucid rays our hemisphere,
Reflecting on his breast —
That Conscious peace that ever must arise,
From goodness usefulness and great emprize,
By which his Countries blest. —
And when the arbiter of life and death,
Shall send his angel to demand his breath,
And Speed his heavenly flight —
May humble hope and Sacred Joy impart,
Streams of celestial pleasure to his heart,
Incommunicably bright. —
And with it peace descend to bless the earth,
And hail his natal day —
Fly discord far from these enlighten'd shores,
Let not fell Atte with destructive powers,
Shed one malignant ray. —
But let the loves and all the graces Come,
Let nature smiling Shed a rich perfume,
And antedate the Spring —
With Myrtle crown'd fair Freedom hail the morn,
On which your friend our much lov'd chief was born,
And all ye Muses Sing. —
Let venal bards a despots brow adorn,
In every wreath they find a rugged thorn,
And praise a Satire proves —
But our bright theme will make the garland shine,
To sweetest flowers his virtues we Combine,
And add to those our loves. —
What noble qualities enrich his mind;
His ardent zeal his policy refine'd,
His watchfulness and care —
When e'er his Country needs a faithful gaurd,
No dire event can find him unprepar'd,
For arts of peace or war. —
When Savage herds invade our fertile plains,
And undistinguishd Scalp the peaceful swains,
His energy is seen —
Collects the heroes from their rural home,
Their long neglected helmets they assume,
And peace is heard again. —
When ancient nations past their zenith drive
To that fixed point at which they must arrive,
And all their glory cloud —
Contending armies croud the ensanguind field,
The glittering arms are seen the sword the shield,
And garments rolld in blood. —
On Natures theatre almost alone —
Columbia Sitting on a peaceful throne —
Reclines her beauteous form,
Upon the bosom of her favourite Son —
Sees him Compleat the work which he began —
And turn the impending storm.
Long may this bright auspicious day appear,
And gild with lucid rays our hemisphere,
Reflecting on his breast —
That Conscious peace that ever must arise,
From goodness usefulness and great emprize,
By which his Countries blest. —
And when the arbiter of life and death,
Shall send his angel to demand his breath,
And Speed his heavenly flight —
May humble hope and Sacred Joy impart,
Streams of celestial pleasure to his heart,
Incommunicably bright. —
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