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POET's CORNER.

An Inscription for General Washing-
ton's Tomb Stone.

	THE shade of great Newton shall mourn,
	And yield him Philosophy's throne,
	The palm from her brow shall be torn,
	And given to Washington alone.

	His brows ever shall be adorn'd,
	With laurels that never decay,
	His laws, mighty nations unborn,
	And ages remote shall obey.

	Him liberty crown'd with her wreath,
	Philosophy shew'd him her plan;
	Whilst the Muses inscrib'd underneath,
	The hero, the sage and the man.

	Let candour then write on his tomb,
	Here America's favourite lies;
	Whose soul for the want of due room,
	Has left us, to range in the skies.