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LINES ON WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY.
Ye lofty hills and mountains towering high,
With snowy crowns half dipped in azure dye,
Proclaim his deeds with your majestic power,
Till hearts indifferent wake to hail the hour.
With snowy crowns half dipped in azure dye,
Proclaim his deeds with your majestic power,
Till hearts indifferent wake to hail the hour.
Bright sun so glorious, with your melting beams
Dissolve the fetters of yon silvery streams;
Warm into music every rippling wave,
To join our chorus for the good and brave.
Dissolve the fetters of yon silvery streams;
Warm into music every rippling wave,
To join our chorus for the good and brave.
Pause now, and pluck from memory's wreath a flower
Of hue perennial, from affection's bower
Let balmy breezes waft a sweet perfume
Around that sacred and that holy tomb.
Of hue perennial, from affection's bower
Let balmy breezes waft a sweet perfume
Around that sacred and that holy tomb.
