Who, though their kindred barred the path, still fiercely waded on;

O, where shall be their "glory" by the side of Washington?

He fought, but not with love of strife; he struck, but to defend;

And ere he turned a people's foe, he sought to be a friend. He strove to keep his country's right by reason's gentle word!

And sighed when fell injustice threw the challenge-sword to sword!

He stood, the firm, the calm, the wise, the patriot and sage;
He showed no deep, avenging hate-no burst of despot rage;
He stood for Liberty and Truth, and dauntlessly led on,
Till shouts of victory gave forth the name of Washington.

No car of triumph bore him through a city filled with grief; No groaning captives at the wheel proclaimed him victor chief;

He broke the gyves of slavery, with strong and high disdain,

And forged no scepter from the links, when he had crushed the chain.

He saved his land, but did not lay his soldier trappings down,

To change them for the regal vest and don a kingly crown. Fame was too earnest in her joy-too proud of such a sonTo let a robe and title mask a noble Washington.

England, my heart is truly thine, my loved, my native earth! The land that holds a mother's grave and gave that mother

birth.

Oh, keenly sad would be the fate that thrust me from thy

shore,

And faltering my breath that sighed, "Farewell for evermore!"

But did I meet such adverse lot I would not seek to dwell

Where olden heroes wrought the deeds for Homer's songs

to tell.

"Away, thou gallant ship!" I'd cry, “And bear me swiftly

on;

But bear me from my own fair land to that of Washington.'

AN EPITAPH ON WASHINGTON

THE following beautiful epitaph was discovered on the back of a portrait of Washington, sent to the family from England. It was copied from a transcript in the handwriting of Judge Washington.

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HE defender of his country, the founder of liberty,
The friend of man,

History and tradition are explored in vain
For a parallel to his character.
In the annals of modern greatness
He stands alone;

And the noblest names of Antiquity
Lose their luster in his presence.
Born the benefactor of mankind,
He united all the greatness necessary
To an illustrious career.
Nature made him great,

He made himself virtuous.

Called by his Country to the defense of her Liberties,
He triumphantly vindicated the rights of humanity,
And, on the pillars of a National Independence,
Laid the foundation of a great Republic.

Twice invested with Supreme Magistracy
By the unanimous vote of a free people,
He surpassed, in the Cabinet,
The glories of the field,

And, voluntarily resigning the scepter and the sword,
Retired to the shades of private life;

A spectacle so new, and so sublime,

Was contemplated with profoundest admiration,
And the name of Washington,
Adding new luster to humanity,

Resounded to the remotest regions of the earth.
Magnanimous in youth,
Great in death;

His highest ambition, the happiness of mankind;
His noblest victory, the conquest of himself,
Bequeathing to posterity the inheritance of his fame.
And building his monument in the hearts of his Countrymen,
He lived the ornament of the Eighteenth Century;
He died, regretted by a mourning world.

CROWN OUR WASHINGTON

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH

THIS poem may well be used in connection with a crowning exercise. If desired, a pupil with a flag and a wreath of laurel steps up to the picture of Washington and drapes the one about it and lays the other upon it, during the first verse.

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RISE 'tis the day of our Washington's glory,

The garlands uplift for our liberties won; Forever let Youth tell the patriot's story, Whose sword swept for freedom the fields of the sun! Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the banners of stars that the continent span,
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal,
Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man!

He gave us a nation; to make it immortal

He laid down for Freedom the sword that he drew,
And his faith leads us on through the uplifting portal
Of the glories of peace and our destinies new.
Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the flags that the nations of liberty span,

Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal, Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man!

Lead, Face of the Future, serene in thy beauty,
Till o'er the dead heroes the peace star shall gleam,
Till Right shall be Might in the counsels of duty,
And the service of man be life's glory supreme.
Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span,
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal,
Whose honor was gained by his service to man!

O Spirit of Liberty, sweet as thy numbers!

The winds to thy banners their tribute shall bring While rolls the Potomac where Washington slumbers, And his natal day comes with the angels of spring. We follow thy counsels,

O hero eternal!

To highest achievement the school leads the van,
And, crowning thy brow with the evergreen vernal,
We pledge thee our all to the service of man!

THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT

EDNA DEAN PROCTOR

AVE you seen, by Potomac, that shaft in the skies,
Soaring

H proud from the meadows to mate with the

sun,

Now misty and gray as the clouds it defies,

Now bright in the splendor its daring has won ? The winds are its comrades, the lightning, the storm, The first flush of dawn on its summit shines fair, And the last ray of sunset illumines its form, Towering grand and alone in the limitless air.

By Nile rise the pyramids, wrapped in the shades
Of ages that passed as the waves on the shore,
And Karnak majestic, whose vast colonnades

A god might have fashioned for man to adore;
And Baalbek uplifts, like a vision divine,

Its wonder of beauty by Lebanon's wall;

But captive and slave reared in sorrow the shrine,
The palace, the temple, the pyramid tall.

To freedom Potomac's proud obelisk towers,
And Karnak and Baalbek in beauty outvies!
For Washington's glory its grandeur empowers,
And freemen with joy piled its stones to the skies.
O symbol of liberty, matchless, sublime,

Still soar from the meadows to mate with the sun,
And see thy republic, to uttermost time,

The noble, the peerless, the many in one!

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BECAUSE IT IS OUR FLAG

HEY'VE hung a big Old Glory on a rope across the street,

And just to see it flutter puts a tickle in my feet, And sends a crinkle up my back and down into each arm— It makes me hear the bugle call and feel war's awful charm; I hear the fife notes shrilling and the throbbing of the drum; I hear the yell of battle as the thund'rous hoof-thuds come; I see men's bodies falling, though their spirits never lagSuch thrills as this run through me when I see that swaying flag!

Look-look! The breeze has caught it up and holds it, while the sun

Sets all its stripes a-glitter, while the ripples race and run! The glory of those ruddy bands shut in by lanes of white Floods all my dusky deskroom with a lingering, loving light; I drop my work enraptured: while, to break that magic

spell,