SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

The star, the string, the crest? 160

Vain froward child of empire; say,
Are all thy playthings snatched away ?

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Where may the wearied eye repose

When gazing on the Great;
Where neither guilty glory glows, 165

Nor despicable state?
Yes—one—the first—the last—the best—
The Cincinnatus of the West,

Whom envy dared not hate,

Bequeathed the name of Washington, 170

To make man blush there was but one!

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