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A HERO'S DUST.
And does a hero's dust lie here?
Columbia! gaze and drop a tear!
His country's and the orphan's friend,
See thousands o'er his ashes bend!

Among the heroes of the age,
He was the warrior and the sage!
He left a train of glory bright
Which never will be hid in night.

The toils of war and danger past,
He reaps a rich reward at last;
His pure soul mounts on cherub's wings,
And now with saints and angels sings.

The brightest on the list of fame
In golden letters shines his name;
Her trump shall sound it through the world,
And the striped banner ne'er be furled!

And every sex and every age,
From lisping boy to learned sage,
The widow and her orphan son,
Revere the name of Washington!