Replies

Here is another interesting extract from my Great (etc) Grandfather Hutchins scrapbook.

EULOGY ON DEATH OF WASHINGTON

Hark, what means these doleful cries
Spreading wide across the skies?
Weeping mothers seem to mourn
Thousands lost of their first born.

Are poor captives forced away
In some foriegn land to stray?
Or do thousands mourn the fata,
of a fallen sister stata?

Sad the cause! unknown before,
WASHINGTON, is now no more.
On his mother's breast he sleeps,
Wakeful still she sighs and weeps.

Stranger, stop! come drop your tear,
WASHINGTON, lies lifeless here,
This excites maternal grief,
Which admits no relief.

Streams of sorrow plantations flow,
Where the weeping willows grow,
Tidings fly from shore to shore,
WASHINGTON, is now no more.

Sympathy, with soft address,
Soothes his widow in distress,
She shar'd in her husbands woes
Whilst his arm chastised our foes.

You will find her crouching low
Where the weeping willows grow
Sympathy, thou child of love
Dry her tears, and tender provs.

Say, thy, Washington set free
Longs to share his life with thee;
Weeping freedom sable clad,
___no more your Patriot's dead.

circa. 1795-1808