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Then foremost was the generous Bruce To raise his head, his helm to loose ;
“ Lord Earl, the day is thine ! My Sovereign's charge, and adverse fate, Have made our meeting all too late :
Yet this may Argentine,
As boon from ancient comrade, crave-
A Christian’s mass, a soldier's grave." -
XXXIV. Bruce press'd his dying hand—its grasp Kindly replied ; but, in his clasp,
It stiffen’d and grew cold“ And, O farewell !” the victor cried, Ve 6 Of chivalry the flower and pride,
The arm in battle bold,
The courteous mien, the noble race,
The stainless faith, the manly face ! -
Bid Ninian's convent light their shrine,
For late-wake of De Argentine.
O’er qetter knight on death-bier laid,
Torch never gleam'd nor mass was said !"-
XXXV. Nor for De Argentine alone, Through Ninian's church these torches shone, And rose the death-prayer's awful tone. That yellow lustre glimmer'd pale,
On broken plate and bloodied mail,
Rent crest and shatter'd coronet,
Of Baron, Earl, and Banneret;
And the best names that England knew,
Claim'd in the death-prayer dismal due.
Yet mourn not, Land of Fame !
Though ne'er the leopards on thy shield
Retreated from so sad a field,
Since Norman William came.
Oft may thine annals justly boast
Of battles stern by Scotland lost ;
Grudge not her victory,
When for her free-born rights she strove; Rights dear to all who freedom love,
To none so dear as thee!
Turn we to Bruce, whose curious ear
Must from Fitz-Louis tidings hear;
With him, an hundred voices tell
Of prodigy and miracle,
“ For the mute Page had spoke.”66 Page !” said Fitz-Louis, “ rather say, An angel sent from realms of day,
To burst the English yoke. I saw his plume and bonnet drop, When hurrying from the mountain top;
A lovely brow, dark locks that wave, · To his bright eyes new lustre gave,
A step as light upon the green,
As if his pinions wayed unseen !"-
6 Spoke he with none?"_" With none-one word
Burst when he saw the Island Lord,
Returning from the battle-field.”—
66 What answer made the Chief?"_" He kneeld,
Durst not look up, but mutter'd low,
Some mingled sounds that none might know,
And greeted him 'twixt joy and fear,
As being of superior sphere."-
Even upon Bannock’s bloody plain,
Heap'd then with thousands of the slain,
'Mid victor monarch's musings high,
Mirth laugh'd in good King Robert's eye.
6 And bore he such angelic air,
Such noble front, such waving hair ?
Hath Ronald kncel'd to him ?” he said,
“ Then must we call the church to aid
Our will be to the Abbot known,
Ere these strange news are wider blown,
To Cambuskenneth strait he passions :
And deck the church for solemn mass, ' .lof. in
To pay, for high deliverance given, 1.11.2013
A nation's thanks to gracious Heaven. * "
Let him array, besides, such state, s ing ''got?
As should on princes? nuptials wait. " ,:*
Ourself the cause, through fortune's'spite, ';'
That once broke short-that spousal rite, S. .
Ourself will grace, with early morn,
The bridal of the Maid of Lorn.