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8 "The sons of the earth, the proud giants of old,

Have fled from their darksome abodes;

And, such is the news that in heaven is told,

They are marching to war with their gods.

A council was held in the chamber of Jove,

And this was their final decree;

That Wolfe should be call'd to the army above,

And the charge was entrusted to me.

"To the plains of Quebec with the orders I flew;

Wolfe beg’d for a moment's delay;

He cry'd, 'Oh; forbear, let me victory hear,

And then the command I'll obey.'

With a dark'ning film'd encompass'd his eyes,

And bore him away in an urn;

Lest the fondness he bore to his own native shore

Might tempt him again to return."

FINIS. 