Great WASHINGTON! Mount Vernon's shade were naught, Except as close allied to thine own name; And what but noblest virtues without blame Have all the lustre of thy glory wrought? Our country's chief in freedom's battle fought, Thy sword laid down in triumph's loud acclaim; Then "First in peace," our nation's good thine aim, To Rulers many a lesson thou hast taught. The model patriot thou, thy life unstain'd; A rev'rent worshipper of God, we see Thine end was peace; one noble act remain'd,―― Thy dying voice said to thy slaves, "Be Free!"―― With no dear son, each Freeman is thy Son, And thou his Father lov'd, Great WASHINGTON! 2. THE STARS. In the sweet silence of a cloudless night The glory-studded firmament on high With wonder overwhelms my gazing eye, Lost in the wilderness of worlds of light. Around these suns do systems wheel their flight, All pure and spotless as the crystal sky, Th' abodes of bliss serene without a sigh, Where mists and clouds ne'er rise nor storms affright? O, for an angel's wings to fly away From this low world of sin, and woe, and care, And gain those orbs of purity and love! Wish not for angel's wings: thy God obey, And soon his grace thy ransom'd soul will bear Up to his own more glorious throne above! 3. LAST WISH OF WM. H. PRESCOTT. Still beautiful in this thy rest so deep, Thy final wish fulfill'd, we see thy face Calm as in life, with not a marring trace Of the swift blow, which calls thy friends to weep. What hosts of mighty dead around thee keep On these rich-loaded shelves their silent place?―― "Farewell, companions lov'd; like your's my race Is run; tomorrow in the ground I sleep."―― What would he teach us, living, by this scene?―― Books! books! are earth's invaluable lights; Treasures of truth, the richest gifts terrene, Left by fled spirits in their upward flights! And what does man demand, in age and youth, But heav'n-descended, heav'nward-guiding TRUTH? 4. ON WAR. "Thou shalt not kill,"――the Almighty God hath said. Then, Mighty Kings! who glory in your shame And swim in blood to gain a hero's name, What awful doom――with all your greatness fled―― When, rising with your subjects from the dead, Ye stand in judgment? What will then be fame? And will not fiery courage be quite tame;―― On ev'ry side th' Almighty's terrors spread? O, Living Monarchs! within reach of grace, Of love and mercy from the throne of God, Forgiveness may ye find, and faith t' embrace The offer'd pardon through redeeming blood; Then to the world great Benefactors prove, Your pride exchang'd for happy subjects' love! 5. TRUTH'S TESTIMONY OF CHRIST.