A NOON-DAY DREAM.
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From age to age time bears it on— Peerless, immortal Washington.
XIV.
In far primeval forests green,A fierce and warlike group is seen, They freely clasp the whiter hand Of him who comes from Eastern land.Their untaught natures bending downBefore the Spanish monarch's crown. Columbus holds in friendly grasp Those savage fingers in his clasp.
XV.
Lounging idly on the groundBy his tub, the world renowned, In apparent peace and ease, Lo! we see Diogenes.Pausing in his grand estate,Alexander, justly great, Asks some favor to confer Upon the calm philosopher.And from the mighty conqueror's storeHe asks his sunshine, nothing more.
