Nor shall he die without his rite; -Thou, Angus Roy, attend the sight, Through the poor captive's bossom pass'd XXVI. And will he keep his purpose still, In sight of that last closing ill, When one poor breath, one single word, May freedom, safety, life, afford? Can he resist the instinctive call, For life that bids us barter all ? Love, strong as death, his heart hath steel'd, His nerves hath strung-he will not yield! Since that poor breath, that little word, May yield Lord Ronald to the sword.- Clan-Colla's dirge is pealing wide, The griesly headsman by his side; They destine for the place of death. Or will that bosom-secret burst? Cold on his brow breaks terror's dew, His trembling lips are livid blue; The agony of parting life Has nought to match that moment's strife! XXVII. But other witnesses are nigh, Who mock at fear, and death defy ! Soon as the dire lament was play'd, It waked the lurking ambuscade. The Island Lord look'd forth, and spied "By Heaven they lead the Page to die, And mock me in his agony ! They shall abye it !"—On his arm Bruce laid strong grasp, "They shall not harm A ringlet of the stripling's hair ; But, till I give the word, forbear. -Edward, with forty spearmen, straight Rush forward, and the passage win, Secure the drawbridge-storm the port And man and guard the castle-court. The rest move slowly forth with me, In shelter of the forest tree, Till Douglas at his post I see." XXVIII. Like war-horse eager to rush on, That slow and solemn company, While hymn mistuned and mutter'd prayer The victim for his fate prepare. What glances o'er the green-wood shade?- "Now, noble Chief! I leave thee loose; XXIX. "The Bruce, The Bruce!" to well-known cry His native rocks and woods reply. "The Bruce, The Bruce!" in that dread word The knell of hundred deaths was heard The astonish'd Southern gazed at first, Hemm'd in, hew'd down, they bled and died. Deep in the ring the Bruce engaged, And fierce Clan-Colla's broad-sword raged! |