Upon the
Heights at
Queenston
A poem by James L. Hughes
Upon the heights at Queenston,
One dark October day,
Invading foes were marshalled
In battle's dead array;
Brave Brock looked up the rugged
steep,
And planned a bold attack,
"No foreign flag shall float" said he,
"Above the Union Jack!"
His loyal-hearted soldiers
Were ready, every one,
Their foes were thrice their
number —
But duty must be done.
They started up the fire-swept hill
With loud resounding cheers,
While Brock's inspiring voice rang
out —
"Push on York Volunteers!"
But soon a fatal bullet
Pierced through his manly breast,
And loving friends, to help him,
Around the hero pressed;
"Push on," he said, "do not mind
me,"
And ere the setting sun,
Canadians held the Queenston
Heights —
The victory was won.
Each true Canadian patriot
Laments the death of Brock.
Our country told its sorrow
In monumental rock;
And if a foe should e'er invade
Our land in future years,
His dying words will guide us still —
"Push on brave volunteers!"
BROCK POEM: Poem taken from
the book Raise the Flag and Other
Patriotic Canadian Songs and
Poems published in 1891 by Rose
Publishing Company in Toronto.