abraham wood - a funeral elegy on the death of george washington كلمات أغنية

know ye not that a great man hath fall’n today?
yea, we know it
hold thou thy peace
mourn, o americans, for washington’s no more

rest his dear sword beneath his head;
round him his faithful arms shall stand:
fix his bright ensigns on his bed
the guards and honours of our land

fair liberty, in sables dress’d
write his lov’d name upon his urn
“washington! the scourge of tyrants past
and awe of princes yet unborn.”

glory with all her lamps shall burn
and watch the warrior’s sleeping clay
’till the last trumpet rouse his urn
to aid the triumphs of the day

great soul, we leave thee to thy rest;
enjoy thy jesus and thy god
’till we, from bonds of clay releas’d
spring out and climb the shining road

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