“A wit’s a feather and a cheif’s a rod

An honest man’s, the noblest work of God.”

Pope

Dear patriot muse that honest man behold

Record his Acts in characters of gold.

Who plann’d the Scheme the Associates to unite?

Who wrote plain truth to bring that scheme to light?

Who bid Yon Academick structure rise?

“Behold the Man!” each lisping babe replies.

Who schemed Yon Hospital for the helpless poor?

And op’d to charitable use each folding door.

Our Countrys cause, what senator defends?

Void of all partial, or all private ends.

Who to his publick trust has firmly stood?

And built Fort Allen for his Countrys good.

Who form’d a Law our Forces to unite?

And diegn’d to execute that Law aright.

Who found out means our Treasury to supply?

Who would not suffer publick faith to die?

Who was the Man brave Braddock, did record?

“The only man that with him keep his word.”

’Twas He, whose name, the good and just will sound,

While patriot deeds on faithful records stand.

Great thy reward for all thy Labours done,

And at the great Tribunal will be known.

There will thy Genius other worlds survey,

And there adore the glorious God of day.

There Bacon Newton will our F——lin greet.

And place him in his Electrisic seat.

‘Ore Uurope, Asia, Africk’s, science’d Fame,

The Royal Medal will exalt thy name;

Transfer the Palm by thy great genius won

And proudly own America’s great son.

If then thy sphere, to Electerise above,

Dart me one ray in pitty and in love

Oh! send thy influence, if permitted, send,

To guide my soul to my beloved Friend.