40 And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell. He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, And near, the beat of the alarming drun While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, 45 Or whispering with white lips -"The foe! They come ! they come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's Gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills 50 Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears! And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. 55 65 70 5 10 |