To this sweet scene of peace, all so tranquil and bland,
May the heart-stirring spirit of music be given;
And the joy-song from each flow’ry nook of the land,
Meet and rise in one grand halleluja to heav’n.
For this was the day gave to Scotland a name,—
A hero,—a patriot,—the boon was divine.
The gleam of his sword led her back to her fame,
And brighten’d her pathway to liberty’s shrine.
Hail pattern of heroes! thy deeds they shall stand,
Deep-engrav’d on the hearts of the brave and the free,
Till the adamant mountains that girdle the land,
Dissolve as their snows, and run down to the sea.
Like a comet, he came irresistibly forth,
Spreading woe ’mong the foes of his dear native land;
He set—yet his light lingers still in the north,
To rouse and direct ev’ry patriot brand.
THE END.
PRINTED BY J. HUTCHISON,
FOR THE HEIRS OF D. WILLISON.
FOOTNOTES
[1] Langtoft tells an improbable story of the Scots having induced him to surrender, by a promise of returning to the allegiance of Edward. Twenge must have been a noted simpleton indeed, if he could have been so easily imposed upon.—See Langtoft, vol. ii. p. 300.
[2] Fordun à Goodall, vol. ii. p. 170.
[3] See [Appendix, A].