September 1789
Massachusetts Magazine

ACROSTICK.

GREAT in the martial field, in council wise;

Each virtue guides thee in thy pleasing way,

On wings triumphant, how thy glories rise!

Refulgent as th' unclouded God of day!

George on his sea girt throne beholds his sun,

Eclips'd forever by a WASHINGTON!

When war's tumult'ous bloody front alarm'd;

And civil discord ev'ry torch had fir'd;

Serenely brave, the tyrants thou disarm'd,

Hence, at thy frown, Britannia's host retir'd.

In peace; reverting to thy Vernon's stream;

No views ambitious, pointed thee to thrones;

GENIUS of FREEDOM, THOU art hail'd supreme,

The chosen guardian of Columbia's sons.

On brass and marble shall thy deeds remain;

No time's corroding breath can blight thy fame.