William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
On General WashingtonS
There, stamp’d in gold, appears the hero’s name
Whose deeds are echoed round the admiring world;
And distant ages shall record his fame.
’Twas his to teach the battle where to rage:
With sounding pinions Victory shades his car,
His legions eye him, eager to engage.
And seems himself the bulwark of the field:
His skill, superior, turns the doubtful day:
His foes were Britons—long unused to yield.
There Fate, with fury, drove her maddening car;
With human gore the clotted wheels distain’d,
And view’d, exulting, all the waste of war.
Fann’d by the breezes, stiffens in the glade:
A brother’s with a brother’s is congeal’d,
And sons of Britons are with Britons laid.
The vanquish’d see him, and confess his worth:
His eye, averted, shuns the flood of gore,
The noblest hero, and best son of earth.