I fee the man high on the warrior plac'd,
Both mend each other in your noble breast.
Accept, brave man, the friendship of a Dane,
Who hates the Scot, but yet can love the man."
He said: while thus the Scot; "with joy, I find
The man so pow'rful in an en’my's mind ;
Your forces fled, amidst night's dark alarms,
You both cou'd stand, and use your gallant arms:
Such valiant deeds thy dauntless foul confefs,
That I the warrior, tho' the Dane, embrace."
His brawny arms he round the Hero flung;
As they embrace the clashing corflets rung.
The Dane resumes: "With the fun's rifing beam, We may, in fields of death, contend for fame; Receive this fhield, that, midft to-morrow's ftorms, Haco may, grateful, fhun his well-known arms.
He faid, and gave the gold-enamel'd round; While, as he reach'd, the studded thongs refound. The amicable colloquy they end,
And each a foe, clasp'd in his arms a friend.
This to the camp his dusky journey bends ;
While that to ALBION's chiefs the hill afcends.
Th' exploring journey, all, with pleasure, hear, And own the valiant fcout their noble care.
Diffolv'd the council, the attack declin'd,
Each with the gift of fleep indulg'd his mind;
And 'midst his kindred-bands, fupinely laid,
Each foftly flumber'd on a moffy bed.
His mind to foft repose young ALPIN bends,
And feeks the humble circle of his friends:
Reclining on a rock the Hero lies,
And gradual flumbers fteal upon his eyes.
Still to his mind the DANISH camp arose,
Hung on his dreams, and hagg'd his calm repose ;
Once more he mix'd with HACO in the fight
And urg'd, impending, on the DANISH flight
Eav'n's op'ning portals shot the beam of day;
Earth chang'd her fable robe to sprightly
To Weft's dark goal the humid night is fled,
The fun, o'er ocean, rears his beamy head:
The fplendid gleam from Scottish steel returns,
And all the light reflexive mountains burns.
Deep-founding bag-pipes, gaining on the air,
With lofty voice awake the Scottish war.
The gallant chiefs, along the mountain's brow,
Stand 'cafs'd in arms, and low'r upon the foe;
Or, awful, thro' the forming fquadrons shine,
Build up the ranks, and ftretch the lengthen'd line.
Each Clan their standards from the beam unbind,
They float along, and clap upon the wind;
The hieroglyphic honours of the brave,
Acquire a double horror as they wave.
The Southern warriors ftretch the lines of war
Full on the right, obedient to Dumbar.
Harden'd to manhood in the school of arms,
He moves along fedately as he forms:
Next deeply stretch their regular array,
To break the iron tempeft of the day,
The fons of LENNOX; and their gallant Grahame,
Oft honour'd with the bloody spoils of fame.
He tow'rs along with unaffected pride,
Whilft they difplay their blazing arms aside:
Great SOMERLED poffeft the middle space,
And rang'd the kindred valour of his race;
The dauntless fons of MORCHUAN's rocky foil,-
And the rough manhood of MULL's fea-girt ifle.-
The Mountain-chiefs, in burning arms incafs'd,
And carrying all their country in their breast,
Undaunted rear their useful arms on high;
Now fought for food, and now for liberty:
Now met the sport of hills, now of the main,
Here pierc'd a ftag, and there transfix'd a DANE.
Tho' nature's walls their homely huts inclofe,
To guard their homely huts tho' mountains rofe;
Yet feeling ALBION in their breasts, they dare
From rocks to rush and meet the distant war.
The full-form'd lines now crown the mountain's
And wave a blazing forest o'er the foe.
The King commands; down, in array, they creep,
Their clanking arms beat time to ev'ry step;
As they defcend they stretch along the ftrand,
Restore the ranks, and make a folemn ftand.
Before the camp the Danish columns rife,
And ftretch the battle to the clarion's voice.
Majestic SUENO kept the higher place,
Great in the war, as in his noble race;
And, when the fword to milder peace fhall yield,
In council great, as in the thund'ring field.
Behind their King, to either hand afar,
Rough NORWAY's fons extend the front of war.
He moves, incafs'd in steel and majesty,
Along the ranks, and plans them with his eye:
Speaks his commands with unaffected eafe,
And, unconcern'd, the coming battle fees;
Bent on his purpose, obftinately brave,
To win a kingdom or an honeft grave;
He feem'd to look tow'rds Norway's rocky fhore,
And fay,I'll conquer, or return no more.
Far to the right fierce MAGNUS' fiery fway
Compels the troops, and rears the quick array:
Haughty, he moves, and catching flame from far,
Looks tow'rds the Scots, anticipates the war ;
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