William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Washington CoinC
Why Congress should refuse that head
A place upon their coin this day,
O’er which the world hath laurels spread?
By whom its right to crown was given,
The eager hands of Congress stay’d;
And claim’d that place as sent by Heaven.
Be rank’d ’mongst haughty kings?” she cried;
“Of manners pure, affections mild,
For wild ambition be decried?
That honour which you think his due?
Or, granting this were right, who dare
This path of monarchies pursue?
Worshipp’d, in every form, their kings;
And on their coins, to their disgrace,
Placed them, if wise or silly things:
Their lands, their lives, were not their own,
Of course their silver and their gold
Were his who sat upon their throne—
Neglecting thus their sacred right,
As if not yet they understand
Why Heaven has favoured them in fight,
Let busts, let monuments arise
To Washington! not like those fools
On coins he’ll stay; I’ll bear him ’bove the skies.
His, and his virtues, in your breast:
There you’ll excel e’en Rome and Greece;
By all my favourite sons caress’d.”