XXXV.
But 'tis not mine to speak of that campaign,
Whose battles raged from Fort Niagara
To Queenston Heights and far-famed Lundy's Lane;
Nor yet abated until Chippewa,
Black Rock, and Buffalo were summoned all
To war and bloodshed by the bugle call.
XXXVI.
Too long I've dwelt on deeds of war, yet one
Brave deed remains which must not be untold;
One act—by which a gallant fight was won,
One act—by which two noble lives were sold.
This only act recounting, I will cease
To speak of war, and court the muse of peace.
On Queenston Heights the battle raged, and far
Around was heard its long-continued roar.
It echoed loudly where Niagara
Lies nestling on Ontario's green shore.
It echoed loudly, nor escaped the ear
Of him whose gallant heart was steeled to fear.
XXXVIII.
The noble Brock paused not when thus he heard
The sound of warfare. Turning to his aide,
He bade him hastily to give the word
To saddle horse. Then rapidly they made
Their way across the country to the height,
And soon were in the thickest of the fight.
XXXIX.
In numbers far unequal to the foe,
The British had retired. The battery
Was taken by the enemy; though slow,
Defeat for Britain seemed a certainty;
When Brock arrived upon the battle-field,
And bade them form again, nor ever yield.