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TO The Memory OF JOHN GRAHAM, OF CLAVER-HOUSE, LORD VISCOUNT DUNDEE,

Who fell at the moment of Victory, in the pass of Killicrankie.

He died not in bed, in the hour of age,
Hand feeble, and tresses hoary;
No! Dundee closed his warlike pilgrimage
In the hour of meridian glory:
No Churchman came nigh to teach him to die,
To point out the way, calm and coldly;
But the victory note, from the trumpet throat,
Sounded his requiem boldly.
Killicrankie's wild pass saw the Hero fall,
'Mid the drum-beat and musket rattle;
'Twas enough the stoutest heart to appal,
The shock of that furious battle.

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He died on the field as a soldier should die,
Where the proudest of laurel-wreaths crowned him,
And, instead of a prayer, he was cheered with the cry,
Of victory shouting around him.
Let bigotry sleep, his arm pulled it down,
The gordian-knot he did sever;
He fought for his Prince, he defended the Crown,
And patriots will bless him for ever;
Not a wavering doubt, nor a shadow of fear,
Can be traced thro' a page of his story;
No! noble Dundee closed his gallant career
In the fulness of mortal glory!