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Song Composed For Washington's Birthday Post by :earnonline Category :Poems Author :Henry Timrod Date :September 2011 Read :1984

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Song Composed For Washington's Birthday

Song Composed for Washington's Birthday,
and Respectfully Inscribed to the Officers
and Members of the Washington Light Infantry
of Charleston, February 22, 1859

A hundred years and more ago
A little child was born--
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.

Who guessed as that poor infant wept
Upon a woman's knee,
A nation from the centuries stept
As weak and frail as he?

Who saw the future on his brow
Upon that happy morn?
We are a mighty nation now
Because that child was born.

To him, and to his spirit's scope,
Besides a glorious home,
We owe that what we have and hope
Are more than Greece and Rome.

(The end)
Henry Timrod's poem: Song Composed For Washington's Birthday

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