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A summer morning, with its calm, glad light, Was on the fallen castle: other days Were here remembered vividly; the past Was even as the present, nay, perhaps more— For that we do not pause to think upon. First, o'er the arching gateway was a shield, The sculptured arms defaced, but visible Was the bold motto, "Follow me:" again I saw it scrolled around the lofty crest Which, mouldering, decked the ruined banquet-room: A third time did I trace these characters— On the worn pavement of an ancient grave Was written "Follow me!"

me!—'tis to the battle-field— No eye must turn, and no step must yield; In the thick of the battle look ye to be: On!—'tis my banner ye follow, and me.

Follow me!—'tis to the festal ring, Where the maidens smile and the minstrels sing; Hark! to our name is the bright wine poured: Follow me on to the banquet-board!

Follow me!—'tis where the yew-tree bends, When the strength and the pride of the victor ends Pale in the thick grass the wild flowers bloom: Follow me on to the silent tomb! L. E. L.


 * "Follow me!" is the motto of the noble race of Breadalbane, and was seen in the way described at their feudal castle in the Highlands.