Ode For General Washingtons Birthday
ode feneral washington's birthday
no spartan tube, no attic shell,
no lyre aeolian i awake;
'tis liberty's bold note i swell,
thy harp, bia, let me take!
see gathering thousands, while i sing,
a broken exulting bring,
and dash it in a tyrant's face,
and dare him to his very beard,
and tell him he no more is feared—
no more the despot of bia's race!
a tyrant's proudest insults brav'd,
they shout—a people freed! they hail an empire saved.
where is man's god-like form?
where is that brow ered bold—
that eye
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