Classic Poem

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.