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After 1st. Stanza 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