AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys, <br />Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, <br />Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, <br />And quells the raptures which from pleasures start. <br /> <br />O WOLFE! to thee a streaming flood of woe, <br />Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; <br />QUEBEC in vain shall teach our breast to glow, <br />Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. <br /> <br />Alive the foe thy dreadful vigour fled, <br />And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: <br />Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead- <br />Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise!<br /><br />Oliver Goldsmith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-on-the-taking-of-quebec-and-the-death-of-general-wolfe/
