WE cannot all be Washingtons, And have our birthdays celebrated; But we can love the things he loved, And we can hate the things he hated. He loved the truth, he hated lies, He minded what his mother taught him, And every day he tried to do The simple duties that it brought him. Perhaps the reason little folks Are sometimes great when they grow taller, Is just because, like Washington, They do their best when they are smaller. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 7. MIDSUMMER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 1 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FAMILIARITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN REVEILLE by RONALD LEWIS CARTON |