AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys, br Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, br Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, br And quells the raptures which from pleasures start. br br O WOLFE! to thee a streaming flood of woe, br Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; br QUEBEC in vain shall teach our breast to glow, br Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.