In youth’s gay bloom illustrious André died,
Flower of a day, nipt by the wintry storm;
His heart strung high by valour’s noblest pride,
His mien with love’s seducing ardour warm.
Glory, in characters of living gold,
Writes on his sacred shrine the patriot name,
And one Great Act, which bids e’en warriors old
Thank its example for their fresh-earn’d fame.