The New Hampshire Gazette

On the Death of General WOLFE.

The last War now rages with impetuous roar,
And cannons thunder on our western shoar;
From pole to pole whilst Frederick's name rebounds,
And Amherst's triumphs swell the grateful sounds;
Whilst English hearts with emulation glow
To form some Wreath for each victorious Brow;
Soft melancholy calls --- She bids us turn
And mix our Griefs o'er Wolfe's untimely Urn.
Wolfe is no more! Who to his latest breath
Still conquer'd, and still triumphs in his death.
Oh happy shade! What trophies can we raise.
How pay an adequate return of praise,
What has America to give. since She
Her bravest Sons to Amherst and to Thee.
When first thy noble conquest reach'd our ears,
Compleat were all our hopes, dispell'd our fears;
Quebec is taken, ran the joyful note.
Quebec is taken, thrills thro' every throat,
To distant lands the welcome tidings fly,
And shouts of joy proclaim it to the sky.
But when we heard of thy lamented doom,
To this our joy succeeds a general gloom;
Each countenance was chang'd, for each one tho't
Ev'n Canada was thus too dearly bought;
That savage, treacherous race, which to subdue
Requir'd no less a Conqueror than You.
Our bosoms thus- by different passions torn,
In doubt we stand or to rejoice or mourn;
In doubt which was the greatest victory,
Thine o'er the foe. or that of death o'er Thee.
To whom shall we submit this seeming strife,
This noble conquest, and this loss of life,
Could we appeal to thy hero ic breast
Thus wouldst thou charm our ill tim'd griefs to rest;
Since you have conquer'd, why should you complain,
My joy's compleat, I did not fall in vain;
Life's not my own, whene'er my country calls,
He's blest. in Such a cause, who greatly falls;
My toil's rewarded far beyond your aim,
A grateful memory is all I claim.
Rejoice with me, pay your glad vows to heav'n,
Live, and enjoy the victory GOD has giv'n.
Yes, thou brave hero, gladly will we pay
Our highest tribute each revolving day;
And long as English annals shall retain
The glorious deeds of GEORGE's happy Reign,
To distant ages shall be handed down
How Louisbourg and how Quebec was won;
And late posterity from these shall know
To whom their Safety and their all they owe.

Mean time. O Wolfe. permitted from above,
May'st thou. still angel like, our guardian prove;
Think on those cruelties we late did feel
From savage enemies. whose hearts were steel:
Think. if thy patriot zeal will give thee leave,
On those deep mortal wounds thou didst receive.
Thus shall thy breast still fir'd with generous flame
Protect America's succeeding fame;
Nor we by treacherous foes be more enflav'd.
Whilst thou shalt guard that country thou hast sav'd.

AMERICANUS.