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The Goddess comes, she moves dimly fair,
Olive and laurel bind the golden hair,
Wherever shines this native of the skies
Unnumbered charms and recent graces rise
Muse ! how propitious while my pen retales
How pours her armies through a thousand gates:
As when Elon heaven's fair face deforms,
Enwrapped in tempest and a night of storms;
Astonished ocean feels the wild uproar
The refluent surges beats the resounding shore;
Or thick as leaves in Autumn's golden reign,
Such and so many moves the warrior's train.

In bright array they seek the world of war,
Where high unfurled the ensign waves in air,
Shall I too Washington their praise recite ?
Enough, thou knowest them in the field of fight
Thee first in peace and honor demand,
The grace and glory of thy mortal hand,
Famed for thy valor, for thy virtue more,
Hear every tongue they guardian aid implore,
One century scarce performed its destined round,
When Gallic powers Columbia's fury found.

And so may you, whoever dares disgrace
The land of freedom's Heaven's defended race.
Fixed are the eyes of nations on the scales,
For in their hopes Columbia's arms prevails,
Anon, Britannia droops the pensive head, 
While round increase the rising hills of dead.
Ah ! cruel blindness to Columbia's state.
Lament thy thirst of boundless power too late,
Proceed Great Chief, virtue is on thy side;
Thy every action let the Goddess guide
A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine
With gold unending, Washington, be thine.

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