Quebec

QUEBEC ! how regally it crowns the height,
Like a tanned giant on a solid throne !
Unmindful of the sanguinary fight,
The roar of cannon mingling with the moan
Of mutilated soldiers years agone,
That gave the place a glory and a name
Among the nations. France was heard to groan ;
England rejoiced, but checked the proud acclaim,
A brave young chief had fall'n to vindicate her fame.

Wolfe and Montcalm ! two nobler names ne'er graced
The page of history, or the hostile plain ;
No braver souls the storm of battle faced,
Regardless of the danger or the pain.
They passed unto their rest without a stain
Upon their nature or their generous hearts.
One graceful column to the noble twain
Speaks of a nation's gratitude, and starts
The tear that Valour claims and Feeling's self imparts.