Oh, hero of our younger race! <br />Great builder of a temple new! <br />Ruler, who sought no lordly place! <br />Warrior who sheathed the sword he drew! <br /> <br />Lover of men, who saw afar <br />A world unmarred by want or war, <br />Who knew the path, and yet forbore <br />To tread, till all men should implore; <br />Who saw the light, and led the way <br />Where the gray world might greet the day; <br /> <br />Father and leader, prophet sure, <br />Whose will in vast works shall endure, <br />How shall we praise him on this day of days, <br />Great son of fame who has no need of praise? <br /> <br />How shall we praise him? Open wide the - <br />Of heroes moves o’er unresounding floors <br />Men whose brawned arms upraised these colors high <br />And reared the towers that vanish in the sky,- <br />The strong who, having wrought, can never, never die.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/washington-4/
