Come , patriot hearts! and bring a tribute now
To him, our country's loved and honored sire;
Come, twine another wreath around his brow,
And higher lift the flame upon his pyre.
Oh! let our nation guard his sacred dust,
And keep unchanged the home his presence blessed.
America alone should keep that trust,
And thus be true to honor's high behest.
Like some lone mountain 'mid a desert drear,
Mount Vernon towers in moral grandeur now:
Still grand, but less alone, would it appear,
Could all the admiring train around it bow,
And claim of him who'd honor e'en a throne,
His memory, his home, his dust, their own.