WOLFE in the front of danger led the way, So when thick flashes of the northern light Rife the bright hills, and meet th' astonish'd eye; Sudden the momentary profpects fade, And earth lies buried in furrounding shade. Mean time fair Vict'ry o'er the crimson plains Hov'ring, her scale in equal poise sustains. Soon as to Albion's fons the goddess flew, His friends with pity mark his parting breath, Now their defeated hopes the Britons mourn, And from their grafp the wreath of conqueft torn; Fierce over flaughter'd heroes tow'rs along, Meanwhile their Chief his fad affociates laid Beneath the covert of a neighb'ring shade ; Then, fick'ning at the piercing blaze of light, Oft he requires of each attending friend O'er the wide plain their careful view to fend, And mark if Gaul the conquering bands repell'd, "For lo! thy Townshend at his people's head "Scatters their ranks, and lays their heroes low." Nor longer now the bloody flaughter rag'd With diftant thunders; man with man engag'd: Those who from Caledonian hills defcend, Where tow'ring cliffs their rugged arms extend, (Stern fons of havoc, practis'd to obey The various calls of ev'ry dreadful day ; And shake aloft in air the maffy blade: Where'er their falchions heap the flaughter round, Crowds roll'd on crowds beftrew the loaded ground; While rushing to the front with equal speed, Their brave companions of the war fucceed. With defp'rate anguish torn and glowing shame, That ill fucceffes blast his ancient fame, Moncalm, in vain exerting ev'ry art, Performs a leader's and a warrior's part: But now no more his keen reproach controuls The coward terrors that unman their fouls; |