William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Epitaph on General WolfeH
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.