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HIGHLAND LIBERTY DEFENDED
Saxon, from yonder mountain high, I mark'd thee send delighted eye, Far to the south and east, where lay, Extended in succession gay, Deep waving fields and pastures green, With gentle slopes and groves between :These fertile plains, that soften'd vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael; The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers reft the land. Where dwell we now! See, rudely swell Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell. Ask we the savage hill we tread, For fatten'd steer or household bread; Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, And well the mountain might reply, “ To you, as to your sires of yore, Belong the target and claymore! I give you shelter in my breast, Your own good blades must win the rest."'--. Pent in this fortress of the North, Think'st thou we will not sally forth, To spoil the spoiler as we may, And from the robber rend the prey ! Ay, by my soul! while on yon plain
The Saxon rears one shock of grain ;
'Tis vain-my tongue cannot impart
There is a world where souls are free,
I mark'd her childhood on the breezy hill,
“ His armour I should try ;'.
ranks She raised awhile the bleeding warrior's head. The foeman struck again. “I give thee thanks," She cried; “ Thy victim's with the glorious dead, The body's worthless if the soul be free."'. "Who art thou then?”—She answered,“ Liberty."
Leave pomps to those who need 'em-
And proud he braves
The gaudiest slaves,
The quality of Mercy is not strained,