The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

Firm as that flint I face mine end;'My heart may burst,- but cannot bend.
XXL
The dawning of my youth, with awe
And prophecy, the Dalesmen saw;
For over Redesdale it came,
As bodeful as their beacon-flame.
iEdmund, -thy years were scarcely mine,
When, challenging the Clans of Tyne'To bring their best my brand to prove,.
-O'er Hexham's altar hung my glove;
But Tynedale, nor in tower nor town,
Held champion meet to take it down.
My noontide, India may deelrare;
Like herfierce sun, I fir'd the air!
Like him, to wood and cave bade fly'
Her natives,,from mine angry eye.
Panama's maids shall long look pale
When Risingham inspires the tale;
Chili's dark matrons long shall tame
The froward child with Bertram's name.
And now, my race of terror run,
Mine be the,eve of tropic sun!
No pale gradations quench his ray,
No twilight dews his wrath allay;
With disk like battle-target red,
lie rushes to his burning bed,:Dyes the wide wave with bloody light,
ihen sinkssat once-and all is night.XXI.
" Now tothy mission, Edmund. Fly,
-Seek Mortham out, and bid him hie
To Richmond, where his troops are laid,
And lead his force to Redmond's aid.
bay, till he reaches Eglistone,
A friend will watch to guard his son.
Now, fare thee well; for night drawsON
And I would -rest me here alone,"
Despite his ill-dissembl'd fear,'rhere swam in Edmund's eye a tear;
A tribute to the courage high,
Which stoop'd not in extremity,
But strove, irregularly great,
To triumph o'er approaching.fate!
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