Such magic influence quite unfelt,
Where lordly domes their turrets rear;
—Here Freedom and her First-born dwelt.
Hence bursting, like the wrathful blast,
That issues from thy hollow glade,
To hostile Lanark Wallace pass’d,
And low the haughty Southeron laid.
But why a pledge so precious left?
Thou, Chieftain, might’st thy foes have known
—Of life thy lovely partner’s reft,