And think ye that still we would linger below?
Rest, ye brave dead! midst the hills of your sires,
Oh! who would not slumber when freedom expires?
Lonely and voiceless your halls must remain—
The children of song may not breathe in the chain!
[187] This sanguinary deed is not attested by any historian of credit. And it deserves to be also noticed, that none of the bardic productions since the time of Edward make any allusion to such an event.—Cambro-Briton, vol. i., p. 195.
THE DYING BARD’S PROPHECY.[188]
The hall of harps is lone to-night,
And cold the chieftain’s hearth:
It hath no mead, it hath no light;