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STANZAS
Canadian shores I 've viewed,
I have sailed on St. Lawrence' tide,
On Quebec's fair plains I 've stood,
Where our British hero died.
I have sailed on St. Lawrence' tide,
On Quebec's fair plains I 've stood,
Where our British hero died.
But theirs was a brighter crown
Than earth's highest honors yield,—
A victory harder won
Than the fame of the proudest field.
Than earth's highest honors yield,—
A victory harder won
Than the fame of the proudest field.
They scaled not the dangerous height
Of a fort or a castle's brow,
But they gained heaven's regions bright
By virtue's steps below.
Of a fort or a castle's brow,
But they gained heaven's regions bright
By virtue's steps below.
Their path was more dark and steep
Than Wolfe's daring footsteps trod,
But it led o'er the stormy deep
To freedom, and fame, and God.
Than Wolfe's daring footsteps trod,
But it led o'er the stormy deep
To freedom, and fame, and God.
They fought not with bomb or shell,
Artillery's dreadful rage,
Artillery's dreadful rage,
