V
Open wide the vaults
of Athol,
Where the
bones of heroes rest—
Open wide the hallowed
portals
To receive
another guest!
Last of Scots, and last
of freemen—
Last of
all that dauntless race
Who would rather die
unsullied,
Than outlive
the land’s disgrace!
O thou lion-hearted
warrior!
Reck not
of the after-time:
Honor may be deemed
dishonor,
Loyalty
be called a crime.
Sleep in peace with
kindred ashes
Of the noble
and the true,
Hands that never failed
their country,
Hearts that
never baseness knew.
Sleep!—and
till the latest trumpet
Wakes the
dead from earth and sea,
Scotland shall not boast
a braver
Chieftain
than our own Dundee!
THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE
From ‘Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers’
Come hither, Evan Cameron!
Come, stand
beside my knee—
I hear the river roaring
down
Toward the
wintry sea.
There’s shouting
on the mountain-side,
There’s
war within the blast—
Old faces look upon
me,
Old forms
go trooping past.
I hear the pibroch wailing
Amidst the
din of fight,
And my dim spirit wakes
again
Upon the
verge of night.
’Twas I that led
the Highland host
Through
wild Lochaber’s snows,
What time the plaided
clans came down
To battle
with Montrose.
I’ve told thee
how the Southrons fell
Beneath
the broad claymore,
And how we smote the
Campbell clan
By Inverlochy’s
shore;
I’ve told thee
how we swept Dundee,
And tamed
the Lindsays’ pride:
But never have I told
thee yet
How the
great Marquis died.
A traitor sold him to
his foes;—
A deed of
deathless shame!
I charge thee, boy,
if e’er thou meet
With one
of Assynt’s name,—
Be it upon the mountain’s
side
Or yet within
the glen,
Stand he in martial
gear alone,
Or backed
by armed men,—
Face him, as thou wouldst
face the man
Who wronged
thy sire’s renown;
Remember of what blood
thou art,
And strike
the caitiff down!
They brought him to
the Watergate,
Hard bound
with hempen span,
As though they held
a lion there,
And not
a fenceless man.
They set him high upon
a cart,—
The hangman
rode below,—
They drew his hands
behind his back
And bared
his noble brow.
Then, as a hound is
slipped from leash,
They cheered,
the common throng,
And blew the note with
yell and shout,
And bade
him pass along.