  Do you love him, Freedom’s son, Great, Immortal Washington? Is your raptured soul athrill, At his majesty of will? Unsubdued by doubts and fears, Proudest of all proud careers, It was his to boldly climb Till his deeds stood forth sublime. Can you see him, Freedom’s son, Great, immortal, Washington? See the armies he has led Up and on where heroes bled? Battle’s brunt, the foeman’s fire, Seem but given to inspire, Well his spirit might prevail For he could not, would not fail. Can you see him, Freedom’s son, Great, immortal, Washington? Face the ice-thronged Delaware Knowing death itself is there? Hark! the rasping, sharp as steel, How it throbs along the keel; Fog-enwrapped but firm he stands With the future in his hands. Can you see him, Freedom’s son, Great, immortal, Washington? Called to crown a record fair In the Presidential chair. First of many bound to own This brave people’s heart a throne, On the honor roll of fame Men must ever read his name. Can you see him, Freedom’s son, Great, immortal, Washington? Surely we are wreathing now, Fadeless laurel for his brow. When we meet to speak his praise, Speak the wisdom of his ways, In a nation’s life we view * * * Washington, the tried, the true. |
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