His list'ning sons the sire shall oft remind, What parent sages first in Congress join'd; The faithful Hancock grac'd that early scene, Great Washing… - David Humphreys (soldier)

Our Polish friend, whose name still sounds so hard,
To make it rhyme would puzzle any bard;
That youth, whom bays and laurels early crown'd,
For virtue, science, arts and arms renown'd!

Your vict'ries won—your revolution ended—
Your constitution newly made—and mended—
Your fund of wit—your intellectual riches—
Plans in the closet—in the senate speeches—
Will make this age of heroes, wits and sages
The first in story to the latest ages!—
Go on—and prosper with your projects blest,
Till your millennium rises in the west:—
We wish success to your politic scheming,
Rule ye the world!—and then—be rul'd by women!

Yes thank your stars, Columbia's happy dames!
Ye need not fear those frightful fun'ral flames:
Of other lands let foreign bards be dreaming,
But this, this only is the land for women;—
Here ye invert the Bramins' barb'rous plan,
And stretch your sceptre o'er the tyrant—man.