Washington and Mount Vernon

A sacred calm, its rightful heritage, This place retains, and presences unseen But to the mind's eye. 'Neath the leafy screen, The "Watcher of the Tomb" sits, and with age His head is frosted. Here, in pilgrimage, Shall millions come. Yea, they shall see convene, As we do, ghosts of famous ones serene, To make anew for them an epic page.

Now twilight silence on Mount Vernon grows, Each wooded cape becomes a silhouette Like molten gold Potomac glides along Ah ! one thing more imagination owes-— To stand by Washington, see Lafayette !

Completes the picture known in Art and Song.