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The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir

Edited by Thomas Aird: With A Memoir of the Author

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But not alone by that fierce trumpet-call,
Through grove and glen, on mount and pastoral hill,
The brute and bird were roused—by it again,
And by the signal blaze upon the hills,
And by the circling of the fiery cross,

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Then once again were Scotland's children roused;—
With swelling hearts and loud acclaim they heard
The summons, saw the signal, and cast off
With indignation in the dust the weeds
Of their inglorious thraldom. Every hearth
Wiped the red rust from its ancestral sword,
And sent it forth avenging to the field
In brightness—but with Freedom to be sheathed!
Yea, while the mother and the sister mourned,
And while the maiden, half-despairingly,
Wept for her love, who might return no more,
The grey-haired father, leaning on his staff,
Infirm, felt for a moment to his heart
The youthful fire return, and inly mourned
That he could do no more—no more than send
A blessing after his young gallant boy,
Armed for the battles of his native land,
Nor wished him back, unless with Freedom won!