Destroyed the Old
Immortal hero, Wolfe,
too oft we laud
Thy deeds to whet our British vanity,
Tho deeper ken shows through thy victory
The all o'er-ruliug providence of Cod.
Not England conquered; but the Holy Pow'r,—
Whose purposes were wiser than we dream,—
Had planned to generate a new regime
And made thy victory its travail hour.
A grateful people, Hero,
still to course
Adown the lengthening slopes of time shall praise
Thy prowess and thy death in lofty lays;
And should they also sing a mightier
Force Than England's arms, illustrious
Victor! know Thy tame is sure while aeons come and go!