WHEN Columbia's brave sons sought my hero to lead them, To vanquish their foes and establish their freedom, I rejoic'd at his honors, my fears I dissembled, At the thought of his dangers my heart how it trembled, Oh, my Washington! Oh, my Washington Oh, my washington! all was hazardous.

The contest decided, with foes to the nation, My hero return'd 'midst loud acclamation, Of men without number and praise without measure, And my own heart exulted in transports of pleasure, Oh, my Washington. Oh, &c. all was hazardous.

Our freedom with order by faction rejected, A new constitution our country elected, My hero was rais'd to preside over the union, And his cares interrupted our bliss and communion. Oh, my happiness! &c. &c. how precarious.

Declining the trust of his dignified station, With joy to the seat of his dear estimation, Surrounded with honors he humbly retreated, Sweet hope softly whisper'd my bliss was completed. Oh, my happiness! &c. &c. how precarious.

When the pangs of disease, had, ah! fatally seiz'd him, My heart would have yielded its life to have eas'd him, And I pray'd the Most High if for death he design'd him, That he would not permit me to loiter behind him. Oh, my Washington! &c. &c. all was dubious.

When my hopes had all fled, and I saw him resign- ing His soul to his God without fear or repining, What, my heart, were thy feelings? lamenting, ad- miring, To behold him so calmly, so nobly expiring. Oh, my Washington! &c. &c. has forsaken us.

When I follow'd his corpse with grief unconfined, And saw to the tomb his dear relics consigned, When I left him in darkness and silence surround- ed, With what pangs of fresh anguish my bosom was wounded! Oh, my Washington! &c. &c. has forsaken us.

An aspect so noble pale grave clothes disfigure, His conquering arm is despoiled of its vigour, On those limbs which dropt wisdom, is silence im- posed, And those kind beaming eyes now forever are closed, Oh, my Washington? &c. &c. has forsaken us.

When with tears of sweet musing I ponder the story, Of his wars, of his labours, his virtues and glory, I breath'd out a pray'r with sad order of spirit, Soon to join him in bliss and united inherit Endless Blessedness! &c. &c. oh, how glorious.

But why with my own single grief so confounded, When my country's sad millions in sorrows are drowned, Let me mingle the current that flows from my bosom, With my country's vast ocean of tears while they lose them, Tho' my Washington, &c. &c. has forsaken us.