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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Epitaph on General Wolfe

HERE modest Wolfe, cut off in early bloom,

Though crown’d with glory, waits the general doom;

The shouts of victory met his parting breath,

He heard with joy, and smiling sunk in death.

O brave, enlightened youth! thy manners mild,

Of half its terrors horrid war beguiled;

And sweet compassion purified the flame

Which fired thy breast to gain a deathless name,

For thee thy country drops the generous tear,

And mourns thy conquests at a price so dear.

Wolfius, victoriâ annunciatâ, ut Thebanus obiit.