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A Nation's Gratitude embalmed his fame
  And every line that faintly marked his form,
And every voice that whispered but his name,
  Instinctively made patriot bosoms warm;
Yet though his Memory lived and wider spread,
no Portrait beamed the glory of his head.

At length an Artist, 'mong the last to whom
  The Hero sat, a great impulse obeyed,
(For faithful memory triumphed oer the tomb;)
  And o'er his Canvass spreading light and shade,
With full impassed heart and pencil, one
Proud effort wrought the form of [[underlined]] Washington [[/underlined]].


You will perceive that I had forgotten in which verse the word [[underlined]] last [[/underlined]] had been.
My Motto is -- Let the right be done --      R.P