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Poem by Henry Timrod


Song Composed for Washington's Birthday, and Respectfully Inscribed to the Officers and Members of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, February 22, 1859


A hundred years and more ago
 A little child was born—
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
 We hail his natal morn.

Who guessed as that poor infant wept
 Upon a woman's knee,
A nation from the centuries stept
 As weak and frail as he?

Who saw the future on his brow
 Upon that happy morn?
We are a mighty nation now
 Because that child was born.

To him, and to his spirit's scope,
 Besides a glorious home,
We owe that what we have and hope
 Are more than Greece and Rome.



Henry Timrod


Henry Timrod's other poems:
  1. Sonnets. 12. What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name
  2. Vox et Præterea Nihil
  3. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
  4. Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot
  5. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes


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