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Our numbers, thinnid, our godlike warriors dead,
The senior spoke : a gen’ral voice approves ;
lines. Thus, on a night when rattling tempefts war, Thro' broken clouds appears a blazing star; Now veils its head, now rushes on the light, And shoots a livid horror thro' the night.
The full form'd columns, in the midnight hour, Begin their silent journey tow'rds the fore :
Thro' ev'ry rank the chiefs inciting roam,
A rising hill, whose night-invelop'd brow
Again the chiefs, in midnight council met, Before the king maintain the calm debate : This waits the 'equal contest of the day, That rushes, headlong, to the nightly fray.
At length young Alpin ftood, and thus begun, “ Great king, fupporter of our antient throne ! Brought up in mountains, and from councils far, I am a novice in the art of war; Yet hear this thought....Within the womb of night, Confirm the troops, and arm the youth for fight; While softly-treading to yon' camp I go, And mark the difpofition of the foe : Or, wakeful, arm they for the dismal fight, Or, wrapt within the lethargy of night,
Are left abandon'd.to our SCOTTISH sword,
A gen'ral voice th' exploring thought approves,
The Hero Nides along the gloom of night,
Arriv'd, the dauntless youth solemnly flow,
The watchman there, by sleep's soft hand o'er
power'd; Starts at the blast, and half unsheaths his sword. Th’exploring youth, thro' night's involving cloud; Circling the foe, their disposition view'd. At length the Hero's dufky journey ends, Where Haco feafted with his Danish friends; Haco; by more than Sue No's blood, was great The promis’d monarch of the triple state. The Scandinavian camp the youth secur'd With watchful troops, and not unfaithful sword.
Two oaks, from earth by headlong tempefts torng Supply the fire, and in the circle burn; Around with social talk-the feast they fhare, And drown in bowls the CALEDONIAN War: O'erpower'd, at length, by Alumber's filken hand They press, the beach, and cow'r upon the Strand.
A gallant deed the Mountain-youth design’d, And nursd a growing action in his mind. Awful the chief advanc'd: his armour bright...? Reflects the fire and shines along the night. Hov'ring he stood above the feeping band, And done, an awful column, o'er the trand.
Thus, often to the midnight traveller., The stalking figures of the dead appear : Silent the spectre tow'rs before the light, And shines, an awful image, thro' the night. At length the giant phantom hovers o'er Some grave unhallow'd, stain'd with murder'd gore.
Thus ALPIN stood: He.exiles to the dead Six warrior-youths; the trembling remnant fled; Young Haco starts, unsheaths his shining sword, And views his friends in iron-chains fecur'd. He ruhes, headlong, on the daring foe; The godlike ALPIN renders blow for blow. Their clatt'ring swords on either' armour fell; Fire Aafhes round, as steel contends with steel. Young Alpin's sword on Haco's helmet broke, And to the ground the stagg’ring warrior took. Leaning on his broad shield the hero bends; Alpin, aloft in air, his sword luspends : His arın up-rais’d, he downward bends his brow, But scorn'd to take advantage of the foe.
Young Haco from his hand the weapon threw, And from his faming breast these accents drew. « Bravest of men who cou'd thro' night come on, Who durft attack, and foil an host alone.