Books Notated Music Lamentation for Gen. Washington, Commander in Chief of the combined forces of America and France, during the Revolutionary war, and afterwards President of the United States. Died December 14, 1799. Sold by L. Deming,wholesale and retail, No. 62 Hanover Street, 2d door from Friend Street, Boston
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LAMENTATION FOR GEN. WASHINGTON,
LAMENTATION FOR GEN. WASHINGTON,
Commander in Chief of the combined forces of America and France, during the Revolutionary War, and afterwards President of the United States. Died December 14, 1799.
WHAT solemn sounds the ear invade,
Which wrapt the land in sorrow's shade;
From heaven the awful mandate flies,
The father of his country dies.
Behold that venerable band,
The rulers of our mourning land,
With grief proclaim from shore to shore,
Our guide, our Washington's no more.
The glory of Columbia is fled, how are the mighty fallen! Ye sons of Freedom, mourn for the great, the mighty Washington ; he burst the chains of tyranny and fought for the God of Armies, and planted the "Tree of Liberty" in this your happy soil. The lovely Washington was pleasant in his life, and in his death he displayed the fortitude of a Christian Warrior. Ye sons and daughters of Columbia, weep over Washington , who raised the standard of liberty, and clothed you with the ornaments of freedom; ye mountains of Vernon, be ye hushed as death, for the mighty Washington has resigned his breath; mourn ye patriots of Columbia, mourn for your departed Chief; his body is now in dust. How is the beauty of Columbia fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
Columbia's Lamentation for Gen. WASHINGTON.
"Our fathers, where are they?"
"And Methuselah lived nine hundred and sixty and nine years, and died."
How sad are the tidings that sound in my ears,
My heart melts with anguish, dissolves into tears;
The man whom all nations did love and adore,
Is deceased, and I shall behold him no more;
O, my son Washington,
O, what shall I do for my son.
How dark is the morning, how sable the skies,
Grief bursts from my bosom and pours from my eyes;
A sackcloth of sorrow hangs over my son,
I mourn for the loss of my great Washington.
O, my grief, O, my grief,
O, no more shall I seek for relief.
When Britain, proud Britain, invaded our land,
Then he was appointed chief in command;
He beat her bold warriors with his matchless skill,
O, where is the man his mansion can fill;
O, I fear, O, I fear,
He dwells not in my hemisphere.
Long on his firm shoulders the government lay,
Peace reigned triumphant, while he bore the sway;
A Hero, a Statesman, a Sage, all in one,
I mourn for the loss of my great Washington;
O, his death drowns all mirth,
And saddens this desolate earth.
The dread king of terrors, let fly his cold dart,
Right into the centre of his valiant heart:
'Midst sickness and sorrow his mind was composd,
And clos'd his own eyes, when he gave up the ghost.
Gave his breath, mortal breath,
Up to the grim angel of death.
The man once so active, wise, prudent and brave,
Lies still, cold and speechless, and lies in his grave;
His friends and relations, in mourning did come,
To bear him with honours to his darksome tomb;
Where he must, where he must,
Lie mould'ring and mingled with dust.
You worthies should visit his shrine once a year,
Bedew his green grave with the heart-melting tear;
Keep sacred his mem'ry, through infinite years,
Tell this to your children, and they unto theirs.
He was prime and sublime,
Grand Master of all in my clime.
A squadron of angels was sent from the sky,
To convoy his spirit to mansions on high,
Attended with music on the golden lyre,
They bore him aloft in a chariot of fire.
O, the wheels, the flaming wheels,
How swiftly they rolled up the hills.
Supported by Gabriel, from the middle air,
Whose cavalry shoue with unspeakable glory;
He sounded his trumpet through heaven's high arch,
The cavalcade led, and they quicken'd their march.
Swift they flew, blazing through,
The glaring ethereal blue.
As quick as the pinions that transports a thought,
To the highest heavens my hero was brought;
Soft was his carriage, and easy his tour,
There he was received as an ambrosial flow'r.
God to view, joys ensue,
Forever delightsome and new.
There David and Hiram, and wise Charlemagne,
Solomon, Franklin and great Tamerlane:
And John, the belov'd, the worthies of old,
Are crowned with laurels, in garments of gold.
Glad to meet, glad to meet,
Their brother in glory complete.
United with seraphs in full flowing verse,
The transporting wonders of heaven rehearse;
Their God and their father, and grand pattern praise,
On high sounding organs and loud lofty lays.
Like the dove, join in love,
To praise the eternal Jehovah.
Sold by L. Deming, wholesome and retail, No. 62, Hanover Street, 2d door from Friend Street, Boston.