If aught of glory charm the rising age,
If deeds illustrious mark th' historic page,
If Truth, immortal maid! on Britain wait,
With the fair records of each hero's fate;
Then, 'midst the foremost, shall her Farmer 's name
Shine in the annals of eternal fame,
Join'd with his kindred W OLFE 's, in glory join'd;
In both were valour, honour, worth, combin'd;
Mark'd by one fate, one name, their own to raise,
Q UEBEC , to each a monument of praise.
Both votive offerings for their country bleed,
Both gain in death their spotless honour's meed.