...praise, Who nobly reared Virginia's godlike chief — Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, What though...tears Of deathless gratitude — yet may you raise Jl monument above the stars — a soul Led by your teachings, and your prayers to God. THE DYING MOTHER'S...

...nightly couch. Whose first at waking, is your cradled son — What though no dazzling hope aspires to rear A second Washington— or leave your name Wrought out in marble, with your country's tears Of deathless gratitude —yet may ye raise A monument above the stars — a soul...

...praise, Who nobly reared Virginia's godlike chief; Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, What though...soul Led by your teachings, and your prayers, to God. 1 tares; JOURNAL OF CAPTAIN ROSS. Second Voyage of Discovery to the Arciick Regions. By Captain Rose,...

...nobly reared Virginia's godlike chief— Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose frst at waking, is your cradled son,— What though no...soul Led, by your teachings and your prayers, to God. POETRY. MORN on her rosy couch awoke, Enchantment led the hour, And mirth and music drank the dews...

...praise, Who nobly reared Virginia's godlike chief — Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, — What...soul Led, by your teachings and your prayers, to God. POETRY. MORN on her rosy couch awoke, Enchantment led the hour, Then from her bower of deep delight,...

...nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son — What though no dazzling hope aspires to rear A second WASHINGTON — or leave your name Wrought out in marble with your country's tears Of deathless gratitude, — yet may ye raise A monument above the Stars — a...

...praise, Who nobly rear'd Virginia's godlike chief — Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, What though no high ambition prompts to rear A second WASHINOTON ; or leave your name Wrought out in marble with a nation's tears Of deathless gratitude...

...praise, Who nobly rear'd Virginia's godlike chief — Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, What though...leave your name Wrought out in marble with a nation's team Of deathless gratitude — yet may you raise A monument above the stare — a soul Led by your...

...praise, Who nobly rear'd Virginia's godlike chief — Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son, What though...— a soul Led by your teachings and your prayers to Gun. FELICIA HEMANS. NATCHE doth mourn for thee. There is no need For man to strike his plaintive lyre...

...praise, Who nobly reared Virginia's godlike chief; Ye, whose last thought upon your nightly couch, Whose first at waking, is your cradled son; What though...soul Led by your teachings and your prayers to God. Mns. SIGOUHJTEV. LESSON CLXXXVI NEW ENGLAND. LAND of the forest and the rock, Of dark blue lake and...