• I saw her scan her sacred scroll,
    I saw her read her record roll
    Of men who wrought to win the right,
    Of men who fought and died in fight;—
    When now, a hundred years by-gone
    The day she welcomed Washington,
    She showed to him her boys and men,
    And told him of their duty then.

    “Here are the beardless boys I sent,
    And the...

  • From the Latin by Abraham Coles
    STOOD the afflicted mother weeping,
    Near the cross her station keeping
      Whereon hung her Son and Lord;
    Through whose spirit sympathizing,
    Sorrowing and agonizing,
      Also passed the cruel sword.

    Oh! how mournful and distressèd
    Was that favored and most blessèd
      Mother of the only Son,...