Inscription for the Monument of General Wolfe

Stop to feel the force of truth! Here the generous and the brave, He who fought, who fell in youth, Bids thee like himself behave.

Virtuous love display'd its power, Friendship claim'd to part the prize; That prepar'd the nuptial bower, This the banquet of the wise.

Where the rage of nature reigns, Far in yon Canadian land, (Rocks and steeps protect the plains) Waiting Glory wav'd her hand:

" Hither, Hero, aim thine eye; " Save thy country suffering here! " Blow domestic praises by; " Be to every Briton dear!"

From the tempting vale he flew, Heard his dying foe confess In his death the honours due.— Britons! if ye can, do less!