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!
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Old Ironsides at anchor lay,
In the harbor of Mahon;
A dead calm rested on the bay--
The waves to sleep had gone;
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An ivy-mantled cottage smiled,
Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side,
Where dwelt the village-pastor's child,
In all her maiden bloom and pride.
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WOODMAN, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
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Georgie, come home!--Life's tendrils cling about thee,
Where'er thou art, by wayward fancy led.
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The morning is breaking--
The stag is away!
The hounds and the hunters
The signal obey!
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Ho! brothers--come hither and list to my story--
Merry and brief will the narrative be.
Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glory--
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Near the lake where drooped the willow,
Long time ago!--
Where the rock threw back the billow
Brighter than snow--
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Two children of the olden time
In Flora's primrose season,
Were born. The name of one was Rhyme
That of the other Reason.
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In the ranks of Marion's band,
Through morass and wooded land,
Over beach of yellow sand,
Mountain, plain, and valley,
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