Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By Elegy on the Death of WashingtonThomas Green Fessenden (17711837)
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Yon sable retinue of wo,
With tearful eye and visage pale?
And why this universal gloom?
Sure Nature trembles o’er her tomb,
And bids her wilder’d children wail!
Has God in wrath made bare his arm,
To hurl his bolts of vengeance round?
Have towns been sack’d by hostile ire,
Have cities sunk in floods of fire,
While earthquakes shook the shuddering ground?
A hero past that fatal “bourne
From whence no traveller returns;”
Before him none more good, more great,
E’er felt th’ unerring shafts of fate,
Though glory’s lamp illume their urns.
A marble monument of grief,
Who once our troops to victory led;—
The burst of sorrow now control,
But now the tears of anguish roll,
A tribute to th’ immortal dead!
Which dignified the godlike man,
And launch in seas without a shore;
But sure his name alone conveys
More than a thousand hymns of praise,
The matchless Washington ’s no more!