Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By On a Sprig of Juniper, from the Tomb of Washington, Presented to the AuthorSamuel Bartlett Parris (18061827)
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For their varied splendors are far before thee;
But still more fair in the patriot’s eyes
Is the humblest branch from the trunk that bore thee;
For the place where it grows is a sacred spot,
With remembrance of high achievements fraught.
Whom the reeking sword of oppression slaughter’d;
But the grateful tears of the good and brave,
With a purer stream thy roots have water’d—
And green didst thou grow o’er the hero’s bed,
When the tears of his patriot son were shed.
When terrors were thronging around our nation—
Where our land, by the word of its haughty foe,
Was mark’d with the sentence of desolation—
When the banner of freedom was wide unfurl’d
On the natal day of this western world—
To purchase the blessing for their descendants,
And seal’d with their blood on their native soil
Their claim to the glory of Independence—
When Life, Wealth, Honor, were all at stake
That the holy cause they would not forsake.
Whose branch to the breeze had for ages trembled,
Where gather’d around the council-fire
The chiefs of the tawny tribes assembled,—
Or it might have shaded the hunter’s track
On the lonely banks of the Potomac.
May flourish the trunk, whence thou wert taken,
But a grateful nation his name shall keep,
When lifeless and bare, of its leaves forsaken,
The trunk and the branch to the earth are cast
Before the might of the rushing blast.
When the vengeance of time its pride shall humble—
And the arch of the proud mausoleum
O’er the mouldering urn of the dead shall crumble—
But till the last moment of time hath run
Shall live the remembrance of Washington.
O’er another’s tomb—and o’er yet another’s—
For now from the sorrows of earth have fled,
As with one accord, two patriot brothers,
Whom heaven in mercy hath given to see
The day of their nation’s Jubilee.
The sun, in the distant west declining—
But still in a holier splendor they
With their latest beams on earth were shining,
When they were call’d from earth to remove,
And shine in the realms of the blest above.