HEVIEWS CANADIAN POETRY. 23 



ing onward down the St. Lawrence, here is the younger poet's pictur- 

 ing of the historic associations of the heiglits of Cape Diamond.: — 



See now Quebec with mighty grandeur rear 

 Its gloomy head — loom sternly in the air! 

 And from the awful height look proudly down 

 Upon St. Lawrence with a watchful frown ; 

 Where 'neath its guarding shade securely ride 

 A thousand vessels on the heaving tide. 

 This Oscar saw, and ?tood to view the height 

 Where Fraser's clans had climbed that glorious night 

 Up the craggy steep to Abraham's plains, 

 And hid the verdant sod with bloody stains. 

 The chivalrous Montcalm, though hasty, brave, 

 bought well, his noble post and cause to save; 

 To every deadly charge his men led on, 

 And nobly fought amid the clashing throng. 

 Proudly he died, though not in victory's arms, 

 ■Glorious he fell 'midst battle's wild alarms ! 

 Nor did Death's terrors his manly bosom mock- 

 He died defeated nor survived the shock. 



Peace to the warrior hero's shnde — 

 Bright be his wreath, its glories never fade 1 

 Wolfe the true, the noble, generous, brave, 

 Thou hast all earth can give — a hero's grave. 

 For this have kings and monarchs vainly sighed. 

 The tyrant's tomb by deeper stains was dyed : 

 A tear of joy, not grief, bedews his pall, 

 A prayer from earth thanks Heaven for his falL 

 A lowly poet a ehaplet fain would twine 

 Unto a name as bright and pare as thine. 

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Proud Britain's standard, waving from the height 

 O'erlooks the glorious scene with conscious might; 

 Flag borne triumphant ov«r sea and land, 

 And kiss'd the breeze on -every foreign strand ; 

 Serenely spread out to the sweeping gal%, 

 Beholds the proud St. Lawrence' mighty vale. 

 Its wide-spread folds, high above all unfurl'd 

 Bids stern defiaace to the envious world. 

 Here a true patriot justly would exclaim, 

 Let Liberty and Truth wash out the stain 

 That yet upon it.'^ mighty folds remain. 

 Long may true freedom 'neath its shade repose, 

 Twined round her brow, the shamrock, thistle, rosa, 

 As once it was, may it ne'er again be grasp'd 

 To mark blood and ruin where'er it passed. 



