Note 12 — CANTO I
Louise Morgan Sill translation
Fortunate hero! thou diest, but thou shalt live forever! Come, my companions! strew flowers And lilies over the tomb! violets and young roses Scatter; heap up laurels upon his arms, And on the stone write with the point of your sword: Here lieth one who was the terror of the enemy, and the glory Of the French, George, taken before his time. Lachesis from his face thought him a boy, But counting his victories she thought him full of years.