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I II. Through such wild scenes the champion pass’d, When bold halloo and bugle-blast Upon the breeze came loud and fast. • There," said the Bruce, 6 rung Edward's horn! What can have caused such brief return? ' And see, brave Ronald,-see him dart: O'er stock and stone like hunted bart, Precipitate, as is the use, In war or sport, of Edward Bruce. -He marks us, and his eager cry Will tell his news ere he be nigh."
: : Loud Edward shouts, “ What make ye here, Warring upon the mountain deer,
When Scotland wants her King ?
A bark from Lennox cross'd.our track,
With her in speed I hurried back,
These joyful news to bring
The Stuart stirs in Teviotdale,
And Douglas wakes his native vale;
Thy storm-toss'd fleet hath won its way
With little loss to Brodick-Bay,
And Lennox, with a gallant band,
Waits but thy coming and command
To waft them o'er to Carrick strand.
There are blithe news !—but mark the close !
Edward, the deadliest of our foes,
As with his host he northward pass'd,
Hath on the Borders breathed his last.”-
Still stood the Bruce-his steady cheek
Was little wont his joy to speak,
But then his colour rose :
“ Now, Scotland ! shortly shalt thou see,
With God's high will, thy children free,
And vengeance on thy foes !
Yet to no sense of selfish wrongs,
Bear witness with me Heaven, belongs
My joy o'er Edward's bier ;
I took my knighthood at his hand,
And lordship held of him, and land,
And well may vouch it here,
That, blot the story from his page,
Of Scotland ruin'd in his rage,
You read a monarch brave and sage,
And to his people dear.”-
“ Let London's burghers mourn her Lord,
And Croydon monks his praise record,”
The eager Edward said ;
Eternal as his own, my hate
Surmounts the bounds of mortal fate,
And dies not with the dead !
Such hate was his on Solway's strand,
When vengeance clench'd his palsied hand,
That pointed yet to Scotland's land,
As his last accents pray'd
Disgrace and curse upon his heir, seriji
If he one Scottish head should spare, .
Till stretch'd upon the bloody lair
Each rebel corpse was laid! !
Such hate was his, when his last breath ..
Renounced the peaceful house of death,
And bade his bones to Scotland's coast .'
Be borne by his remorseless host,
As if his dead and stony eye ' .'.
Could still enjoy her misery!
Such hate was nis-dark, deadly, long; .
Mine, -as enduring, deep, and strong !" ..
..V , . : 6 Let women, Edward, war with words, With curses monks, but men with swords:. Nor doubt of living foes, to sate s i Deepest revenge and deadliest hate. Now, to the sea ! behold the beach, . in And see the gallies' pendants stretch
Their fluttering length down favouring gale !
Aboard, aboard! and hoist the sail.
Hold we our way for Arran first, .
Where meet in arms our friends dispersed ;
Lennox the loyal, De la Haye,
And Boyd the bold in battle fray.
I long the hardy band to head,
And see once more my standard spread..'
Does noble Ronald share our course,
Or stay to raise his island force ?" --
“ Come weal, come woe, by Bruce's side,"
Replied the Chief, “ will Ronald bide.
And since two gallies yonder ride,
Be mine, so please my liege, dismiss'd
To wake to arms the clans of Uist,
And all who hear the Minche's roar,
On the Long Island's lonely shore.
The nearer Isles, with slight delay,
Ourselves may summon in our way;