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MONTGOMERY AT QUEBEC
Sword in hand he was slain;
The snow his winding sheet;
The grinding ice at his feet—
The river moaning in pain.
The snow his winding sheet;
The grinding ice at his feet—
The river moaning in pain.
Pity and peace at last;
Flowers for him today
Above on the battlements gray—
And the river rolling past.
Flowers for him today
Above on the battlements gray—
And the river rolling past.
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