Among the gifted author's utterances was the following noble ode, written for Washington's birthday, February 22, 1878, for a religious journal.
by William Cullen Bryant.
Pale is the February sky,
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.
Yet even when the summer broods
O'er meadows in their fresh array,
Or autumn tints her glowing woods,
No mouth can boast a prouder day.
For this chill season now again
Brings, in its annual round, the morn
When, greatest of the sons of men,
Our glorious Washington was born.
Lo, where, beneath an icy shield,
Calmly the mighty Hudson flows,
By snow-clad fell and frozen field
Broadening the lordly river goes.
The wildest storm that sweeps through space,
And rends the oak with sudden force,
Can raise no ripple on his face
Or slacken his majestic course.
Thus, mid the wreck of thrones, shall live
Unmarred, undimmed, our hero's fame,
And years succeeding years shall give
Increase of honors to his name.
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