MILES STANDISH "Good sir," I said, "you seem much stirred; The sacred compromises "— Half rose the ghost, and half drew out And said, with reverent gesture, "I feel the soul in me draw near A John the Baptist crying; The streaks of first forewarning, I Child of our travail and our woe, I hear great steps, that through the shade I looked, no form mine eyes could find, 155 156 MILES STANDISH Thought I, my neighbor Buckingham JAMES RUSSELL Lowell BANNOCKBURN SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victory! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power,Edward! chains and slavery! "" Wha will be a traitor knave? "Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Caledonia! on wi' me! "By oppression's woes and pains! 158 BANNOCKBURN "Lay the proud usurpers low, Tyrants fall in every foe! Forward! let us do or die!" ROBERT BURNS. FIDELITY A BARKING sound the shepherd hears, A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts and searches with his eyes And now at distance can discern The dog is not of mountain breed; Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height; It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps, till June, December's snow; A silent tarn below! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, Remote from public road or dwelling, Pathway, or cultivated land; From trace of human foot or hand. |