For the Washingtonian.
AN ACROSTIC.
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Thy glory shines forth, thy star is ascending,
Enlightening minds that were sunken in gloom;
Myrads of hearts now in gratitude blending
Proclaim that thy rays their best feelings il.ume.
Enslav ones have come and with fetters now broken
Rejoice in liberty, trtue, and peace;


And the Angel of Mercy in kindness has spoken
Nor mortal can tell where thy triumph shall cease.
Come-come to the standard, It's stainless and pure.
Earth echo's triumph for aye to endure.


Many Yard. J. w.