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 (120) This soul death had not power to kill; His noble deeds the world fill With lasting trophies of his name. O !hadst thou virtue loved, or fame, Thou couldst not have exulted re, Over a brave, betray'd dead 'foe, Edward ! nor seen those limbs expos'& To public shame, fit to be clos'd, As relics, in a holy shrine: But now the infamy is thine, His end crowns him with glorious beya, And stains the brightest of thy praier. - -* - AN ELEGY On Sir WILLIAM WALLACE: SCOTLAND lament she mournful fate Of WALLACE wight of Elderslie, Who boldly stood in Freedom's cause, Against King Edward's perfidie. Most shamefully he was betray'd, And carry'd up to London town, Where by mock-trial he was condemn'd, And then in quarters was sent down, To fright his friends from valiant feat In vindicating Scotia's right, Against her foes, or any more T attempt to set her foes to flight Let Scotland's Hero's bold exploits, Inspire her sons with valour bold, Te vindicate her saered rights, As has been dere in days of old