Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 26 1829.pdf/7

 Is the noble Douglas nigh, Arm'd to follow thee, or die? Now, true Heart! as thou wast wont, Pass thou to the peril's front! Where the banner-spear is gleaming, And the battle's red wine streaming, Till the Paynim quail before thee, Till the Cross wave proudly o'er thee! —Dreams! the falling of a leaf Wins me from their splendours brief, Dreams, yet bright ones!—Scorn them not, Thou, that seek'st the holy spot; Nor, amidst its lone domain, Call the faith in relics vain!