Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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[Go, Donald, to the tented field]
Go, Donald, to the tented field,
Where heroes step the plain;
And while you Honour's faulchion wield,
My prayers will not be vain;
He, who protects a sinking land,
Seldom lets freedom yield;
In battle He'll be your right hand,
Your buckler in the field.
Where heroes step the plain;
And while you Honour's faulchion wield,
My prayers will not be vain;
He, who protects a sinking land,
Seldom lets freedom yield;
In battle He'll be your right hand,
Your buckler in the field.
And when wild war hath sunk to rest,
And mad ambition low,
The tears of many a nation blest,
Will grateful for you flow;
The witching smiles of loveliness
Will be your meed and due;
And Beauty, in her bowers of bliss,
Will always welcome you.
And mad ambition low,
The tears of many a nation blest,
Will grateful for you flow;
The witching smiles of loveliness
Will be your meed and due;
And Beauty, in her bowers of bliss,
Will always welcome you.
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