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For those who, falling on their subject-wave, Made the dark billow glory's proudest grave; How oft has anguish taught thy tears to flow, Thy sighs, despondence, and thine accents, woe!

Yes! thou hast mourn'd the brave, illustrious dead, Martyrs for thee, by faith and valor led! When he, the warrior of the patriot-glow, Whose ebbing life-blood stain'd Canadian snow; When thy own Wolfe, by all thy spirit fir'd, Triumphant fought, exulted, and expir'd; Gave to thy fame the last, the lingering breath, The joy in agony, the smile in death, How swell'd thy heart with blended feeling's tide, How sorrow paled the kindling cheek of pride! And the bright garland, purchas'd by his doom, Seem'd half despoil'd, and withering in its bloom!

Yes! when thy Nelson, matchless in the fight, Bade nations own thee of resistless might;