THEY come! -- they come! -- the heroes come With sounding fife, with thundering drum; Their ranks advance in bright array, -- The heroes of America! He comes! -- 't is mighty Washington (Words fail to tell all he has done), Our hero, guardian, father, friend! His fame can never, never end. He comes! -- he comes! -- our Clinton comes! Justice her ancient seat resumes: From shore to shore let shouts resound, For Justice comes, with Freedom crown'd. She comes! -- the angelic virgin -- Peace, And bids stern War his horrors cease; Oh! blooming virgin, with us stay, And bless, oh! bless America. Since Freedom has our efforts crown'd, Let flowing bumpers pass around: The toast is, "Freedom's favorite son, Health, peace, and joy to Washington!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE COMPLAINT OF THE FAIR ARMOURESS by FRANCOIS VILLON LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LAST MAN: RECEPTION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM HOTWELLS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A BUFFALO DANCE AT SANTO DOMINGO by WITTER BYNNER COUNTRY FELLOWS AND THE ASS; ABSURDITY OF ATTEMPTING TO PLEASE ALL MEN by JOHN BYROM |