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And train'd him nigh to disallow
The aid of his baptismal vow.
And such a phantom, too, 'tis said,
With Highland broadsword, targe, and plaid,

And fingers red with gore,
Is seen in Rothiemurcus' glade,
Or where the sable pine-trees shade
Dark Tomantoul and Auchnaslaid,

Dromouchty, or Glenmore.t
And yet, whate'er such legends say,
Of warlike demon, ghost, or fay,

On mountain, moor, or plain,
Spotless in faith, in bosom bold,
True son of chivalry should hold

These midnight terrors vain ;
For seldom hath such spirits power
To harm, save in the evil hour,
When guilt we meditate within,
Or harbour unrepented sin.”-
Lord Marmion turnd him half aside,
And twice to clear his voice he tried,

Then press’d Sir David's hand,
But nought, at length, in answer said ;

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And here their farther converse staid,

Each ordering that his band
Should bowne them with the rising day,
To Scotland's camp to take their way, -

Such was the King's command.

XXIII.

ARLY they took Dun-Edin's road,

And I could trace each step they trod :
Hill, brook, nor dell, nor rock, nor stone,
Lies on the path to me unknown.
Much might it boast of storied lore ;
But, passing such digression o'er,
Suffice it that their route was laid
Across the furzy hills of Braid.
They pass'd the glen and scanty rill,
And climbed the opposing bank, until
They gain'd the top of Blackford Hill.

XXIV.
LACKFORD ! on whose uncultured

breast,
Among the broom, and thorn, and whin,
A truant-boy, I sought the nest,
Or listed, as I lay at rest,

While rose, on breezes thin,
The murmur of the city crowd,
And, from his steeple jangling loud,

Saint Giles's mingling din.
Now, from the summit to the plain,
Waves all the hill with yellow grain ;

And o'er the landscape as I look,
Nought do I see unchanged remain,

Save the rude cliffs and chiming brook.
To me they make a heavy moan,
Of early friendships past and gone.

xxv. UT different far the change has been,

Since Marmion, from the crown Of Blackford, saw that martial scene

Upon the bent so brown : Thousand pavilions, white as snow, Spread all the Borough-moor below,

Upland, and dale, and down :A thousand, did I say? I ween, Thousands on thousands, there were seen, That chequer'd all the heath between

The streamlet and the town ;

In crossing ranks extending far,
Forming a camp irregular ;
Oft giving way, where still there stood
Some relics of the old oak wood,
That darkly huge did intervene,
And tamed the glaring white with green :
In these extended lines there lay,
A martial kingdom's vast array.

XXVI.
OR from Hebudes, dark with rain,

To eastern Lodon's fertile plain,
And from the southern Redswire edge,
To farthest Rosse's rocky ledge ;
From west to east, from south to north,
Scotland sent all her warriors forth.
Marmion might hear the mingled hum
Of myriads up the mountain come ;
The horses' tramp, and tingling clank,
Where chiefs review'd their vassal rank,

And charger's shrilling neigh ;
And see the shifting lines advance
While frequent flash'd, from shield and lance,

The sun's reflected ray.

XXVII.

HIN curling in the morning air,

The wreaths of failing smoke declare
To embers now the brands decay'd,
Where the night-watch their fires had made.
They saw, slow rolling on the plain,
Full many a baggage-cart and wain,
And dire artillery's clumsy car,
By sluggish oxen tugg’d to war ;
And there were Borthwick's sisters seven,
And culverins which France had given.
Ill-omen'd gift ! the guns remain
The conqueror's spoil on Flodden plain.

XXVIII.
OR mark'd they less, where in the air

A thousand streamers flaunted fair ;
Various in shape, device, and hue,

Green, sanguine, purple, red, and blue, Broad, narrow, swallow-tail'd, and square, Scroll, pennon, pensil, bandrol,t there

O'er the pavilions flew.
Highest, and midmost, was descried
The royal banner floating wide ;

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