WOLFE.

Thou need'st no marble monuments to keep

Thy fame immortal and thy memory

An inspiration to make pulses leap

And resolution spring to mastery.

Thou need'st no gilded tablets on the walls

Of cities, no imposing sepulchre,

Imperishable Wolfe, whose name recalls

The flower of kings, who bore Excalibur.

The ultimate dispensers of renown,

The poets, shall accord thee honor fit,

And add fresh laurels ever to thy crown,

High-minded hero, who hadst rather writ

Those lines of one to every poet dear

Than take the fortress of a hemisphere.