George Pope Morris
George Pope Morris Poems
A monument to Washington?
A tablet graven with his name?--
Green be the mound it stands upon,
And everlasting as his fame!
His glory fills the land--the plain,
The moor, the mountain, and the mart!
More firm than column, urn, or fane,
His monument--the human heart.
The chief from heaven in mercy sent;
His deeds are written on the age--
His country is his monument.
'The sword of Gideon and the Lord'
Was mighty in his mighty hand--
The God who guided he adored,
And with His blessing freed the ...
The Dog-Star Rages
Unseal the city fountains,
And let the waters flow
In coolness from the mountains
Unto the plains below.
My brain is parched and erring,
The pavement hot and dry,
And not a breath is stirring
Beneath the burning sky.