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OR, MUSICAL BOUQUET. 20^
She wept for her Wolfe, then exclalm'd againfl;
Fate,
And gave herfelf up to defpalr.
The walls of her cell Ihe had fculptur'd around
With th' exploits of her fav'rite fon ;
Nay, ev'n the duft, as it lay on the ground.
Was engrav'd with fome deeds he had done.,
The fire of the Gods, from his chryftaline throne.
Beheld the difconfolate dame.
And, mov'd with her tears, fent Mercury down.
And thefe were the tidings that came :
*' Britannia forbear, not a figh nor a tear.
For thy W^olfe fo defervedly lov'd ;
Thy grief fliall be chang'd into tumults of joy,
For Wolfe is not dead, but removed.
" The fons of the earth, the proud giants of old,
Have fled from their darkfome abodes ;
And, fuch is the news that in heaven is told,
They are marching to war with the Gods.
A council was held in the chamber of Jove,
And this was their final decree ;
That Wolfe fliould be calPd to the army above,
And the charge was entrufted to me.
^* To the plains of Quebec with the orders I flew,
Wolfe begg'd for a moment's delay :
He cry'd, " Oh, forbear, let me viftory hear,
" And then the commands I'll obey."
With a dark'ning film I encompafs'd his eyes.
And bo¥e him away m an urn ;
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