Wolfe Demanded During Dying, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Wolfe Demanded During Dying

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Wolfe demanded during dying

“Which obtain the Day”?

“General, the British”—"Easy”

Answered Wolfe “to die”

Montcalm, his opposing Spirit

Rendered with a smile

“Sweet” said he “my own Surrender

Liberty’s beguile”

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