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COMPOSED FOR WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY, AND RESPECTFULLY
INSCRIBED TO THE OFFICERS AND MEMBERS OF THE WASHINGTON
LIGHT INFANTRY OF CHARLESTON, FEBRUARY 22, 1859

A HUNDRED years and more ago
A little child was born —
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.

Who guessed as that poor infant wept
Upon a woman's knee,
A nation from the centuries stept
As weak and frail as he?

Who saw the future on his brow
Upon that happy morn?
We are a mighty nation now
Because that child was born.

To him, and to his spirit's scope,
Besides a glorious home,
We owe that what we have and hope
Are more than Greece and Rome.
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