O high-minded Moray! the exiled-the dear!

In the blush of the dawning the Standard uprear!

Wide, wide to the winds of the north let it fly,

Like the sun's latest flash when the tempest is nigh!

Ye sons of the strong, when that dawning shall break,

Need the harp of the aged remind you to wake?

That dawn never beamed on your forefathers' eye,

But it roused each high chieftain to vanquish or die.

O, sprung from the Kings who in Islay kept state,

Proud chiefs of Clan-Ranald, Glengary, and Sleat!

Combine like three streams from one mountain of snow,

And resistless in union rush down on the foe!

nally engaged in the service of the Parliament, but had abjured that party upon the execution of Charles I.; and upon hearing that the royal standard was set up by the Earl of Glencairn and General Middleton in the Highlands of Scotland, took leave of Charles II., who was then at Paris, passed into England, assembled a body of cavaliers in the neighbourhood of London, and traversed the kingdom, which had been so long under domination of the usurper, by marches conducted with such skill, dexterity, and spirit, that he safely united his handful of horsemen with the body of Highlanders then in arms. After several months of desultory warfare, in which Wogan's skill and courage gained him the highest reputation, he had the misfortune to be wounded in a dangerous manner, and no surgical assistance being within reach, he terminated his short but glorious career.'

EMBLEM of England's ancient faith,

Full proudly may thy branches wave, Where loyalty lies low in death,

And valor fills a timeless grave.

And thou, brave tenant of the tomb ! Repine not if our clime deny, Above thine honored sod to bloom, The flowerets of a milder sky.

These owe their birth to genial May;
Beneath a fiercer sun they pine,
Before the winter storm decay

And can their worth be type of thine ?

No for 'mid storms of Fate opposing,

Still higher swelled thy dauntless heart, And, while Despair the scene was closing,

Commenced thy brief but brilliant part,

'Twas then thou sought'st on Albyn's hill, (When England's sons the strife resigned,)

A rugged race resisting still,

And unsubdued, though unrefined.

Thy death's hour heard no kindred wail,
No holy knell thy requiem rung;
Thy mourners were the plaided Gael,
Thy dirge the clamorous pibroch sung.

Yet who, in Fortune's summer-shine

To waste life's longest term away, Would change that glorious dawn of thine Though darkened ere its noontide day?

IMITATION

OF THE PRECEDING SONG

WRITTEN IN 1815

'These verses,' one of Scott's editors explains, were written shortly after the death of Lord Seaforth, the last male representative of his illustrious house. He was a nobleman of extraordinary talents, who must have made for himself a lasting reputation, had not his political exertions been checked by the painful natural infirmities alluded to in the fourth stanza.' The 'gentle dame' of the last stanza was Lady Hood, daughter of the last Lord Seaforth, widow of Admiral Sir Samuel Hood, and later Mrs. Stewart Mackenzie of Seaford and Glasserton.

And who in the land of the Saxon or Gael

WAR-SONG OF LACHLAN

HIGH CHIEF OF MACLEAN

FROM THE GAELIC

Like the preceding this was translated in 1815 and prefaced thus by Scott: This song appears to be imperfect, or, at least, like many of the early Gaelic poems, makes a rapid transition from one subject to another; from the situation, namely, of one of the daughters of the clan, who opens the song by lamenting the absence of her lover, to an eulogium over the military glories of the Chieftain. The translator has endeavored to imitate the abrupt style of the original.

A WEARY month has wandered o'er
Since last we parted on the shore;
Heaven! that I saw thee, love, once more,
Safe on that shore again!—

'T was valiant Lachlan gave the word:
Lachlan, of many a galley lord:
He called his kindred bands on board,
And launched them on the main.

Clan-Gillian is to ocean gone;
Clan-Gillian, fierce in foray known;

In many a bloody broil:

For wide is heard the thundering fray,
The rout, the ruin, the dismay,
When from the twilight glens away

Clan-Gillian drives the spoil.