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Fair Edith heard the Southern shout,
To hem the isles-men round;
66 O God! the combat they renew,
And is no rescue found !
And ye that look thus tamely on,
The multitude that watch'd afar,
Rejected from the ranks of war,
Bondsman and serf; even female hand
Stretch'd to the hatchet or the brand;
But, when mute Amadine they heard
Give to their zeal his signal-word,
A frenzy fired the throng;
Our sloth the dumb our duties teach
And he that gives the mute his speech,
Can bid the weak be strong.
To us, as to our lords, are given
Already scatter'd o'er the plain,
Or made but doubtful stay;-
The boldest broke array.
O give their hapless prince his due !
His person ’mid the spears,
And cursed their caitiff fears;
Till Pembroke turned his bridle rein,
And forced him from the fatal plain.
They gained the summit of the hill,
“ In yonder field a gage I left,-
I needs must turn again.
I know his banner well.
God send my Sovereign joy and bliss,
Once more, my Liege, farewell.”.
Again he faced the battle-field, Wildly they fly, are slain, or yield. “ Now then," he said, and couch'd his spear, • My course is run, the goal is near ; One effort more, one brave career,
Must close this race of mine."
Then in his stirrups rising high,
“ Saint James for Argentine !"
And, of the bold
The gallant knight from saddle bore;
An axe has razed his crest;
Yet still on Colonsay's fierce lord,
He rode with spear in rest,
And through his gallant breast.
And swung his broad-sword round! -Stirrup, steel-boot, and cuish gave way, Beneath that blow's tremendous sway,
The blood gush'd from the wound; And the grim Lord of Colonsay
Hath turn'd him on the ground, And laugh'd in death-pang, that his blade The mortal thrust so well repaid.