"O Heaven! when swords for freedom shine,

And monarch's right, the cause is thine!

Edge doubly every patriot blow!

Beat down the banners of the foe!

He turn'd his blessings to renew,
Oft turn'd, till on the darken'd coast
All traces of their course were lost;
Then slowly bent to Brodick tower,
To shelter for the evening hour,

XIII.

In night the fairy prospects sink,
Where Cumray's isles with verdant link
Close the fair entrance of the Clyde ;
The woods of Bute, no more descried,

Are gone and on the placid sea

The rowers ply their task with glee,

While hands that knightly lances bore

Impatient aid the labouring oar.

The half-faced moon shone dim and pale,

And glanced against the whiten'd sail ;
But on that ruddy beacon-light

Each steersman kept the helm aright,

And oft, for such the King's command,
That all at once might reach the strand,
From boat to boat loud shout and hail
Warn'd them to crowd or slacken sail.
South and by west the armada bore,
And near at length the Carrick shore.
As less and less the distance grows,
High and more high the beacon rose;
The light, that seem'd a twinkling star,
Now blazed portentous, fierce, and far.
Dark-red the heaven above it glow'd,
Dark-red the sea beneath it flow'd,
Red rose the rocks on ocean's brim,

In blood-red light her islets swim;

Wild scream the dazzled sea-fowl gave,

Dropp'd from their crags on plashing wave,
The deer to distant covert drew,

The black-cock deem'd it day, and crew.
Like some tall castle given to flame,

O'er half the land the lustre came.

"Now, good my Liege, and brother sage, What think ye of mine elfin page?""Row on!" the noble King replied, "We'll learn the truth whate'er betide;

Yet sure the beadsman and the child

Could ne'er have waked that beacon wild."

XIV.

With that the boats approach'd the land,

But Edward's grounded on the sand;

The eager knight leap'd in the sea

Waist-deep, and first on shore was he,
Though every barge's hardy band

Contended which should gain the land,

When that strange light, which, seen afar,

Seem'd steady as the polar star,

Now, like a prophet's fiery chair,
Seem'd travelling the realms of air.
Wide o'er the sky the splendour glows,
As that portentous meteor rose;

Helm, axe, and falchion glitter'd bright,
And in the red and dusky light

His comrade's face each warrior saw,
Nor marvell'd it was pale with awe.
Then high in air the beams were lost,
And darkness sunk upon the coast.-
Ronald to Heaven a prayer address'd,
And Douglas cross'd his dauntless breast;
"Saint James protect us!" Lennox cried,
But reckless Edward spoke aside,
"Deem'st thou, Kirkpatrick, in that flame
Red Comyn's angry spirit came,

Or would thy dauntless heart endure

Once more to make assurance sure?"

"Hush !"said the Bruce; "we soon shall know,

If this be sorcerer's empty show,

Or stratagem of southern foe.

The moon shines out-upon the sand

Let

every leader rank his band.”

XV.

Faintly the moon's pale beams supply

That ruddy light's unnatural dye ;
The dubious cold reflection lay

On the wet sands and quiet bay.
Beneath the rocks King Robert drew
His scatter'd files to order due,

Till shield compact and serried spear
In the cool light shone blue and clear.
Then down a path that sought the tide,
That speechless page was seen to glide;
He knelt him lowly on the sand,
And gave a scroll to Robert's hand.

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