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William McCarty, comp.  The American National Song Book.  1842.
Bleak Wintry Blasts

Sung in Memory of General Washington

BLEAK wintry blasts—relentless rain;
  Stern slaves of ruthless death;
Ye have indeed a victim slain,
And robb’d the mourning earth;
  But why should I my woes impart;        5
  Ah! who can bind a broken heart.
No more my brave, embattled sons
  The dauntless hero leads;
This morn, alas! their deep-toned guns
  Told why my bosom bleeds:        10
    No more condemn’d through life to roam,
    The Heaven that lent him, call’d him home.
What skill and courage could not do,
  Alone he left to fate:
What wisdom taught him to pursue,        15
  He ne’er pursued too late;
    Expert to mark with eagle’s eye,
    And seize occasions as they fly.
Like him, my sons, be brave—be free,
  Nor fear the world in arms;        20
So shall your latest offspring be
  Secure from war’s alarms;
    No foe shall venture to invade
    The land where Washington is laid.

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