This file consists of various source material used in the preparation of the formal page for Wallace Bruce, some formatted for HTML, some left as raw text, and organized in a haphazard manner. It is not really intended for wide scrutiny, but may help a rare scholar intent on finding out more about this man. The original page, produced about 2007, had only very sketchy information, some of which was conjecture contradicted by later findings. The finalized page for Bruce is here.


Thank you for writing. The information I found comes from microfiche copies of Hudson Lodge no. 7’s annual returns. The returns were originally completed by lodge secretaries, by hand, and the handwriting is, at times, illegible. Brother Bruce joined Hudson Lodge in 1869 at the age of 24. His Grand Lodge Registry number was 130768, and he was the 279th member of the lodge. His occupation appears to read ‘attorney.’ His birthplace begins with the letters, ‘Hill’ followed by perhaps five more letters, with either ‘NY’ or ‘NJ’ following (hopefully other biographical information in your possession can fill in the blank). His town of residence at the time begins with the letter ‘H.’ It does not appear to be ‘Hudson,’ but I may be wrong. He was initiated on 17 November 1869; passed on 1 December 1869; and raised on 30 December 1869. On 7 April 1875, Brother Bruce withdrew from membership in the lodge. He does not appear on their records after this date. I hope that this information is useful. Good luck in your future research. Thomas M. Savini, Director Chancellor Robert R Livingston Masonic Library of Grand Lodge 71 West 23rd Street, 14th floor New York, NY 10010 tmsavini@nymasoniclibrary.org From: assistantgs@nymasons.org [mailto:assistantgs@nymasons.org] Sent: Friday, December 11, 2009 11:24 AM To: Thomas Matthew Savini Subject: FW: Masonic Poet information = Wallace Bruce 1844-1914

There is nothing particularly Masonic about this poem, but it is the only complete poem by this author that we've been able to locate. [this was as of c.2006]
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Two Argosies

(Antonio's And Shakespeare's)

"The ducats take! I'll sign the bond to-day:
No storm can wreck Antonio's white-winged fleet;
My stately ships secure ride every bay
From Tripolis to Indies' golden seat.
The ducats take, Bassanio, go thy way;
Thy Portia win, and bid me to the feast;
Ten thousand men Antonio's nod obey,
And of ten thousand Shylock is the least.
I'll sign the bond, thy words cannot avail,
No chance can reach the wealth I share with thee:
I stand secure, let cruel fortune rail
Till Venice sleeps beneath bright Adria's sea."

Fate heard the boast — a thousand vessels lay
'Mid rocks and sands to waves an idle prey.

The dramas take! That bond at least is sure;
Twelve thousand words more dear than ducats are,
Outride the storms of ages and endure,
Safe anchored here within the shifting bar
Of changing speech. Eternal now his tongue,
By right divine, sways all the world with grace:
Great bond of all — the words sweet Shakespeare sung;
His commerce brings the nations face to face.
His dramas take! Their wealth shall still survive;
His argosies care not for time or fate;
All else may pass, and crowding centuries strive,
That bond alone is not determinate.

In him proud Albion lives entire and hale,
Her titled language crowned in high entail.

The following prologue is condensed from the guide-book Bruce wrote, The Hudson. The final bit of verse is no doubt only a portion of his full ode on this occasion.
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The Greatness Of Washington

It was at this place, on the 22d day of May, 1782, that Col. Nicola, on behalf of himself and others, proposed that Washington should become King, for the "national advantage," a proposal that was received by Washington with "surprise and astonishment," "viewed with abhorrence," and "reprehended with severity." The temptation which was thus repelled by Washington, had its origin with that portion of the officers of the army who, while giving their aid heartily to secure an independent government, nevertheless believed that that government should be a monarchy. The rejection of the proposition by Washington was not the only significant result. The rank and file of the army rose up against it, and around their camp-fires chanted their purpose in Billings' song, "No King but God!" From that hour a Republic became the only possible form of government for the enfranchised Colonies.

The inattention of Congress to the payment of the army gave rise to another important episode in the history of the war. On the 10th of March, 1783, the first of the famous "Newburgh Letters" was issued, in which, by implication at least, the army was advised to revolt. The letter was followed by an anonymous manuscript notice for a public meeting of officers on the succeeding Tuesday. Washington was equal to the emergency. He expressed his disapprobation of the whole proceeding, and with great wisdom, requested the field officers, with one commissioned officer from each company, to meet on the Saturday preceding the time appointed by the anonymous notice. He attended this meeting and delivered before it one of the most touching and effective addresses on record. When he closed his remarks, the officers unanimously resolved "to reject with disdain" the infamous proposition contained in the anonymous address.

...when Congress sat inactive and careless of its needs until the camp rose in mutiny, happily checked, however, by Washington in a single sentence. It will be remembered that he began to read his manuscript without glasses, but was compelled to stop, and, as he adjusted them to his eyes, he said, "You see, gentlemen, that I have not only grown gray, but blind, in your service." It is needless to say that the "anonymously called" meeting was not held.

He quelled the half-paid mutineers,
And bound them closer to the cause;
His presence turned their wrath to tears,
Their muttered threats to loud applause.

The great Republic had its birth
That hour beneath the army's wing,
Whose leader taught by native worth
The man is grander than the king.

Wallace Bruce (1844 - 1914)

Wallace Bruce was Poet Laureate of Canongate Kilwinning Lodge #2 (Edinburgh, Scotland) in 1890. Bruce lived in Brooklyn, New York, and wrote a photographic travel guide, The Hudson, first published in 1881, and reissued by him in 1901. Wallace occasionally used the pen-name Thursty McQuill. The Hudson is his only book to have made it on to the Internet (as of 2008), with only a few isolated verses scattered through the travelogue. The one complete poem above was reprinted in An American Anthology, 1787-1900

Although living in New York, heart of the publishing industry, Bruce was a book reviewer for the Chicago Times from at least 1897, until at least 1900 when An American Anthology was published.

(From an online biography Charles H. Crandall, at Sonnet Central, which also features several of WB's poems:) "[Wallace Bruce] has a home in Poughkeepsie, a cottage in Florida, and is now (1890) consul at Leith, Scotland. He was chief editor of the Lit. at Yale, poet at the Newburg Centennial, poet at the unveiling of the Burns statue in Central Park, and on other occasions; being a favorite with Scotchmen and Grand Army veterans." (From Encyclopaedia of Universal Authorship, 1893, by Spofford and Gibbon) "Wallace Bruce was born in Hillsdale, Columbia county, N. Y., about 1844. He prepared for college at the Hudson River Institute, Claverack, N. Y., and graduated at Yale College In 1867, where be distinguished himself alike in scholarship and literature; was elected editor of the Yale Literary Magazine by the largest vote recorded in the fifty years history of that publication; studied law with the late William A. Beach; went to Europe In 1870; was in Paris during the stormy season of the Franco-Prussian war; returned bome, and adopted literature and lecturing as his life work. Whatever he does he does well. The first poem which gave him national prominence was "Parson Alten's Ride," delivered at the Bennington Centennial in 1876. In 1878 he published "The Land of Burns;" made a lecture trip to California in 1879; published his poem, "The Yosemite," in 1880; "The Hudson," in 1882; the Newburgh Centennial poem, "The Long Drama," in 1883 ; "From the Hudson to tbe Yosemite," in 1884. He has in hand two other works, which, with his regular lectures, at an average of five nights a week, fills full to overflowing a busy life. He has made his way to the very front of the lecture platform without sensation, and has won bis position by his qualifications as an orator and a genial man of letters. His poetry and oratory are both full of the sunshine and enthusiasm of his nature.



The following obituary was found pasted inside the back covers of Leaves Of Gold, along with a couple very poor quality reproductions of photographs of Bruce.

THE KNICKERBOCKER PRESS, SUNDAY, JANUARY 25, 1914.

His Home Town, Hillsdale,
Will Mourn Painter of
Tender Word Pictures

In the death of Wallace Bruce recently at a winter resort in Florida, the Capitol district lost one of its most famous men of letters. Wallace Bruce was a distinguished poet and orator, and has been called the "Burns" of Hillsdale, in Columbia county, where he was born. In all the poems of Bruce there was music as well as thought which stirred men and women to better things, especially the brotherhood of man. Some of his works were of that homely charaeter which have made the stories of Eugene Field and other Ameriean poets mmortal.

Wallace Bruce had lived for some years in Brooklyn. In 1906 he suffered a stroke of paralysis and after that was always in frail health. Last fall he went to Florida in the hope that he might regain his etrength, but suffered another stroke which brought on his death.

Bruce was born in Hillsdale in 1844, the son of Alfred and Mary Ann McAlpine Bruce. He was trained in an atmosphere good and uplifting, and when old enough entered the common school of the village. From there he went to Claverack academy, where he became a leader among his fellow students, many of whom are still living and who like to talk of his career as a student. In his Greek fraternity he was an officer and an active worker. As a debater he was not excelled in the academy.

As a reader he gave such selections as "The Raven," by Poe, with great ability, and this won him distinction. As a student he was apt, and during study hours one might find him seated in one chair, with his feet on the back of another, buried in his text books. As a young man it is said the girls of the school found him their ideal.

After being graduated from Claverack academy he entered Yale and was graduated from that university in 1867. He made rapid progress while at Yale, especially along literary lines, and at his graduation was fitted to take up a literary career. Following his graduation, in 1871, he married Annie Becker, a country girl from the village of Schodack. To them were born two sons, Malcolm and Kenneth, and a daughter, Mrs. H. H. Abernathy of Brooklyn, all of whom are living.

Bruce was appointed United States consul at Edinburgh in 1889, and served until 1893. He delivered Burns anniversary addresses at Ayr, Edinburgh, Kilmarnock, Scotland; Boston, Hartford and Chicago, and deliveres lectures on Washington Irving at Shakespeare Grammar school at Stratford. He was president of the Shakespeare society at Edinburgh, and of the Florida Chautauqua at De Funaak Springs, the latter of which he was the founder.

Among his business enterprises he once held newspaper and magazine concessions from the Hudson River Day Line boats for many years, and his business ability paralleled his literary success.

John Burroughs, in a personal tribute once said of Bruce's poem "Wanderers": "A beautiful book into which I dip from time to time and always strike a moving eloquent strain."

William E. Gladstone spoke of the same book in the following words: "The outward form is beautiful, and my first acquaintance with the contents is in harmony therewith."

A personal tribute from Henry Ward Beecher concerning the volume "Clover and Heather," said: "I congratulate you on issuing such a charming volume. It will be thankfully received by every lover of Burns. I thank you as one. You have touched the strings with melodious results."

John Greenleaf Whittier spoke of a poem by Bruce in these words: "Hearty thanks for thy excellent poems, printed in style worthy of its fine and fitting verses,"

Some of Bruce's books which have been published are "Old Homestead Poems," "In Clover and Heather," "The Hudson," "Wayside Poems," "Here's a Hand," "Leaves of Gold," "Scottish Poems," and "Wanderers."

During recent years Bruce gave up much of his time to traveling and lecturing. In his poems he shows great love and feeling for his mother and her farm home, where he loved to go in summer and wander among the hills and dales. One of the best things he wrote was a poem entitled "The Rock Where My Mother Played." This went as I follows:

[Poem texts are skipped, but embedded in the source file for this page.] Bruce touched the tenderest sentiments in poems on love and courtship, and those dedicated to and written about his wife. Some of these follow:

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Several of Bruce's poems pertain to his life at Yale, where he always played a leading part in undergraduate life, especially in organizations and events connected with the university's literary activities. One of these, entitled "Old South Middle's Plea," reads:

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(From the book DeFuniak Springs by Diane Merkel, 2008.)

The first session of the Florida Chautauqua convened on Feb. 10, 1885, and lasted until March 9. ...One of the speakers at both the 1885 and 1886 sessions was Wallace Bruce, who would later assume a significant role with the Florida Chautauqua....

In one of her "Bits and Pieces of Walton County History" columns, Anna Reardon wrote: "Wallace Bruce was born in Hillsdale, N.Y. on January 10, 1844. He was well-educated, graduating with honors from Yale University about 1868....He married Anna Becker of Scodak Depot, N.Y. about 1870. She was born October 22, 1849 and also had a good education, having attended a private 'Young Ladies Academy' in northern New York....Wallace Bruce was a scholar, author, poet and lecturer. He was appointed by President Benjamin Harrison to serve as U.S. Consul to Edinborough {sic}, Scotland, where the family lived from 1889 to 1893....After Wallace Bruce returned to this country, he continued his career, lecturing throughout the country." ...

Wallace Bruce had a grand vision for Chautauqua. A pamphlet was created to raise funds for the Hall of Brotherhood. It listed those who had already pledged to give Wallace Bruce $100 towards the construction of the building,including Rev. William A. Allen and John Jett McCaskill of DeFuniak Springs and two U.S. senators, George Peabody Wetmore of Rhode Island and Chauncey M. Depew of New York. The pamphlet stated, "The western wing of the Hall of Brotherhood will be known as 'Yale University Hall,' and will be dedicated to the Yale Boys of the South. It will be used as a Lecture Hall for American History and Literature, and as a reception room and rallying place for graduates and representatives of Colleges and Universities everywhere." It listed some distinguished alumni who had already subscribed, including Cornelius Vanderbilt and Wallace Bruce.

Wallace Bruce was president of the Chautauqua until his death in 1914. He had two sons and one daughter, all of whom played a part in the continuation of the assemblies. Kenneth, who assisted Wallace in the final years of his life, took over until he died two years later. Malcolm then served as president until the early 1920s, but the glory days of the Chautauqua had passed. Malcolm moved away, and his brother-in-law, Dr. George H. Abernethy. who had married Wallace's daughter Clara in 1906, became president of the association until it ceased in the late 1920s.


(Uncredited review from The Literary World, June 19, 1896.)

Lovers of simple and delicate poetry will not go astray if they decide to find room for Mr. Wallace Brace's In Clover and Heather upon their shelves. We are from time to time so pestered by the sheerly ineffective, or by indecency presented with care and ability, that it is a genuine pleasure to find ourselves occupied with a writer whose outlook is clean, whose work has valuable qualities, and whose heart is overflowing in thankfulness for the lovelinesses of Nature. In this selection from his two volumes, 'Old Homestead Poems' and 'Wayside Poems,' Mr. Wallace Bruce displays very openly, as a poet should, his reverential attitude before the Maker and Giver of all good things, voicing that large creed which is bounded by hope on one side and by gratitude on the other. Nothing is more marked in Clover and Heather than its note of sincerity. There is no posing about Mr. Wallace Bruce; we feel sure of our man, and read his poems with an added sense of enjoyment, because their candour is so transparent. We might quote from pieces more ambitions as regards diction and form than 'Environment,' but as we particularly wish to lay stress upon the cheeriness and simplicity which are so often manifest in this book, we intend to quote these two unassuming verses:

If the seed had not dropped,
Or the tree had not grown,
If the frost had not nipped,
Or the leaf had not blown;
Had it not drifted over
The moment I passed.
If the stream had been wider
Its beauty that glassed!

Did the leaf know His will? —
Too tangled the skein;
Did I wander unguided? —
The question is vain.
Be it Fate or Free Will,
What matter to me;
Either side of the river
Leads down to the sea.

Evidences are not wanting that Mr. Wallace Bruce was handsomely remembered when humour was distributed among the people of this earth. ( from 10,000 Famous Freemasons by William R. Denslow) Wallace Bruce (1844-1914) Poet, author and orator. b. Nov. 10, 1844 at Hillsdale, N.Y. Engaged in leterary work from 1868 on. Was U.S. consul at Edinburgh, Scotland 1889-93. Was poet and orator at numerous centenial and memorial occasions in U.S., Scotland and England, delivered the Burns anniversary addresses at Ayr, Edinburgh and Kilmarnock. Amoung his writings were The Land of Burns (1878), The Yosemite (1879), The Hudson (1882), Old Homestead Poems(1887), Leaves of Gold (1907), and Wanderers(1907). Member of Hudson Lodge No.7, Hudson, N.Y. d.Jan., 1914.


The following is from Modern Scottish poets: with biographical and critical notices- pp.344-, by Edwards & Macbeath.

WALLACE BRUCE, whose name is suggestive of a strong union of Scottish patriotism and poetry, is the gifted and much-esteemed United States Consul at Edinburgh, He was born in 1844 at Hillside, New York — one of the most beautiful and romantic towns in the Hudson River Valley — and descended from true Scottish "forebears." In his proem to a volume —"In Clover and Heather "— a loving combination of Scottish and American poems, published in 1890 by Messrs Blackwood & Sons, he says— There are greetings the wide world over, And blossoms wherever we roam. But none like the heather and clover To welcome the wanderer home. Warm-hearted with kindred devotion, Twin sisters in sympathy true, They whisper across the wide ocean, Love-laden with memory's dew. In purple tints woven together The Hudson shakes hands with the Tweed, Commingling with Abbotsford's heather The clover of Sunnyside's mead. A token of friendship immortal With Washington Irving returns — Scott's ivy entwined o'er his portal By the Blue-eyed Lassie of Burns. Their names by heather-bells wedded With fondness Columbia retains; In freedom's foundation imbedded The lay of the minstrel remains. Ay, this their commission and glory, In redolent bloom to prolong Love, liberty, legend, and story, That blossom in ballad,and song. So here's to the clover and heather Of river-side, mountain, and glen, As I stand wi' doffed bonnet and feather At the yetts of my forebears again! Our poet's paternal ancestors—the Braces—went from Scotland to Massachusetts in 1640, while his maternal ancestors—the MacAlpines—left this country about the middle of the eighteenth century. His great-great-uncle was Wm. MacAlpine, the Greenock publisher, and his great-grandmother, Mary Adams, was descended from John Alden, of the "Mayflower." We are told that it was a Scotsman who laid the foundation of the American Constitution — namely, Alexander Hamilton; another Scotsman, Washington Irving, laid the foundation of American literature; and the ancestors of Wallace Bruce were men of weight in their day, and did not a little for the good of America. From a very early age our poet evinced a great love for Scottish history and poetry. He graduated at Yale University with high honours in literature and classics in 1867, and afterwards studied law, and was admitted to practice in New York in 1869. In the following year he made a trip on foot through Scotland and England, was in Paris during the stormy season of the Franco-Prussian war, and on his return to New York he entered the Lycenm and Lecture field, taking for his subjects Burns, Scott, and Shakespeare. His lectures were popular in every city, and resulted in helping forward the great Chautauqua literary movement in America. Both in Scotland and in America his lectures are spoken of in the highest terms. They are patriotic and poetic, and abound with gems of his own production—his subjects giving him full scope for his fine imaginative and descriptive powers. His classic diction, beautiful gems of thought and recitation, and splendid oratory, as has been said by a great authority, "fire the hearts of his hearers, as he speaks with the fervour of a minstrel chanting the deeds of gods and heroes." Another critic of standing says that he has made his way to the "very front of the lecture platform without sensation, and has earned his position by his qualifications as an orator and a genial man of letters," and, further, that his " poetry and oratory are both full of the sunshine and enthusiasm of his nature." Mr Wallace Bruce's works include "A Hand-Book of the Hudson," which has already reached a circulation of 150,000 copies. His "Old Homestead Poems," published by Harper & Brothers, New York, contain many patriotic and occasional poems characterised by that delicacy of fancy, sincerity of expression, and depth of feeling which give fitting utterance to the sanctity with which we hallow the past. As was said by "The Magazine of Poetry," "no American poet, not even Whittier, has set to sweeter music, the tender memories of home." His "Clover and Heather" we have already named as an affectionate combination of Scotch and American poems, possessing the same truthfulness of motive which is characteristic of all his verse, even when his abounding humour ripples into song. This nobility of purpose and excellence of execution are the qualities that make those familiar with his poetry warm admirers. While a student he was elected editor of the "Yale Literary Magazine." The first poem which gave him national prominence was "Parson Allen's Ride," delivered at the Bennington Centennial in 1875, and three years afterwards he published "The Land of Burns," which was followed by "The Yosemite," "The Long Drama," &c. In 1889 the subject of our sketch was appointed United States Consul in Edinburgh—an appointment that gave very marked satisfaction to a wide circle. It only remains to be further noted that the fervid patriotism which pulsates through his poems has caused his being selected as a poet to celebrate many distinguished occasions. Perhaps amongst the happiest of these efforts was his masterly productions in 1880 of "Scott's Greeting to Burns in Central Park, New York," at the dedication of the Burns Statue; and more recently—on 8th July, 1891—he had the well-merited honour of being selected to write the poem for the unveiling of the statue of Burns at Ayr, the charm of the verses exciting the admiration of all who heard them. Altogether Mr Bruce's productions evince the true poetical spirit, and the clear and cultured mind. His views of duty and of life are broad, liberal, and enlightened. His descriptive sketches of nature are beautiful, while those of individual character are racy, vigorous, and life-like— animated, and sparkling with quiet, pawky humour and touches of a tender pathos that reaches the heart. The following, from the Glasgow Herald, is high praise, but not too strong—"Mr Bruce's verse thrills with fine, free-flowing, vigorous spirit, which imparts to it that feeling of reality and freshness that gives to the poetry of Burns its permanent attraction."
The following marginally Masonic poems were included on the poem page before it was realized how many good Masonic poems Wallace Bruce wrote. All are available online, so not felt needed here.

The Snow Angel

The sleigh-bells danced that winter night;
An old-time village rang with glee;
The windows overflowed with light;
Joy ruled each hearth and Christmas-tree.
But to one the bells and mirth were naught:
His soul with deeper joy was fraught.
He waited until the guests were gone;
He waited to dream his dream alone;
And the night wore on.

Alone he stands in the silent night;
He piles the snow in the village square;
With spade for chisel, a statue white
From the crystal quarry rises fair.
No light save the stars to guide his hand,
But the image obeys his soul's command.
The sky is draped with fleecy lawn,
The stars grow pale in the early dawn.
But the lad toils on.

And lo! in the morn the people came
To gaze at the wondrous vision there;
And they called it "The Angel," divining its name.
For it came in silence and unaware.
It seemed no mortal hand had wrought
The uplifted face of prayerful thought;
But its features wasted beneath the sun;
Its life went out ere the day was done;
And the lad dreamed on.

And his dream was this: "In the years to be
I will carve the Angel in lasting stone;
In another land beyond the sea
I will toil in darkness, will dream alone.
While others sleep I will find a way
Up through the night to the light of day.
There's nothing desired beneath star or sun
Which patient genius has not won."
And the boy toiled on.

The years go by. He has wrought with might;
He has gained renown in the land of art;
But the thought inspired that Christmas night
Still kept its place in the sculptor's heart;
And the dream of the boy, that melted away
In the light of the sun that winter day,
Is embodied at last in enduring stone,
Snow Angel in marble — his purpose won;
And the man toils on.

"The Centennial of the Disbanding of the Army was observed October 18th, 1883. ... 150,000 people, "ten acres" square, gathered in the historic grounds [of Washington's Headquarters on the Hudson at Newburgh, New York]. Senator Mayard, of Delaware, was chairman of the day. Hon. William M. Evarts was the orator, and modestly speaking in the third person, Wallace Bruce, author of this, was the poet."

wb., from The Hudson, which explains many of the details in this poem, which was written to commemorate the place, the occasion, and especially the man (and Mason), General George Washington.

The Long Drama —
From '76 To '83

With banners bright, with roll of drums,
With pride and pomp and civic state
A nation, born of courage, comes
The closing act to celebrate.

We've traced the drama, page by page,
From Lexington to Yorktown field;
The curtain drops upon the stage,
The century's book to-day is sealed.

A cycle grand — with wonders fraught
That triumph over time and space —
In woven steel its dreams are wrought,
The nations whisper face to face.

But in the proud and onward march
We halt an hour for dress parade,
Remembering that fair freedom's arch
Springs from the base our fathers laid.

With cheeks aglow with patriot fire
They pass in long review again,
We grasp the hand of noble sire
Who made two words of "noblemen."

In silence now the tattered band —
Heroes in homespun worn and gray —
Around the old Headquarters stand
As in that dark, uncertain day.

That low-roofed dwelling shelters still
The phantom tenants of the past;
Each garret beam, each oaken sill
Treasures and holds their memories fast.

Ay, humble walls! the manger-birth
To emphasize this truth was given:
The noblest deeds are nearest earth,
The lowliest roofs are nearest heaven.

We hear the anthem once again,
"No king but God!" to guide our way —
Like that of old, "Good will to men"—
Unto the shrine where freedom lay.

One window looking toward the east,
Seven doors wide open every side;
That room revered proclaims at least
An invitation free and wide.

Wayne, Putnam, Knox, and Heath are there,
Steuben, proud Prussia's honored son,
Brave La Fayette from France the fair,
And, chief of all, our Washington.

Serene and calm in peril's hour,
An honest man without pretense,
He stands supreme to teach the power
And brilliancy of common sense.

Alike disdaining fraud and art,
He blended love with stern command;
He bore his country in his heart,
He held his army by the hand.

Hush, carping critic! read aright
The record of his fair renown;
A leader by diviner right
Than he who wore the British crown.

With silvered locks and eyes grown dim,
As victory's sun proclaimed the morn,
He pushed aside the diadem
With stern rebuke and patriot scorn.

He quells the half-paid mutineers,
And binds them closer to the cause;
His presence turns their wrath to tears,
Their muttered threats to loud applause.

The Great Republic had its birth
That hour beneath the Army's wing,
Whose leader taught by native worth
The man is grander than the king.

The stars on that bright azure field,
Which proudly wave o'er land and sea,
Were fitly taken from his shield
To be our common heraldry.

We need no trappings worn and old,
No courtly lineage to invoke,
No tinseled plate, but solid gold,
No thin veneer, but heart of oak.

No aping after foreign ways
Becomes a son of noble sire;
Columbia wins the sweetest praise
When clad in simple, plain attire.

In science, poesy, and in art,
We ask the best the world can give;
We feel the throb of Britain's heart,
And will while Burns and Shakespeare live.

But oh! the nation is too great
To borrow emptiness and pride;
The queenly Hudson wears in state
Her robes with native pigments dyed.

October lifts with colors bright
Its mountain canvas to the sky;
The crimson trees, aglow with light,
Unto our banners wave reply.

Like Horeb's bush, the leaves repeat
From lips of flame with glory crowned:
"Put off thy shoes from off thy feet,
The place they trod is holy ground."

O fairest stream beneath the sun!
Thy Highland portal was the key,
Which force and treason well-nigh won,
Like that of famed Thermopylæ.

That Ridge along our eastern coast,
From Carolina to the Sound,
Opposed its front to England's host,
And heroes at each pass were found.

A vast primeval palisade,
With bastions bold and wooded crest,
A bulwark strong, by nature made,
To guard the valley of the West.

Along its heights the beacons gleamed,
It formed the nation's battle-line,
Firm as the rocks and cliffs, where dreamed
The soldier-seers of Palestine.

These hills shall keep their memory sure;
The blocks we rear shall fall away;
The mountain fastnesses endure,
And speak their glorious deeds for aye.

And oh! while morning's golden urn
Pours amber light o'er purple brim,
And rosy peaks, like rubies, burn
Around the emerald valley's rim;

So long preserve our hearth-stone warm!
Our reverence, O God, increase!
And let the glad centennials form
One long Millennial of Peace.