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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.
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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