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Oh! wake thee yet—indignant claim A nobler fate, a purer fame, And cast to earth thy fetters riven, And take thine offered crown from Heaven! Wake! in that high majestic lot May the dark past be all forgot, And Scotland shall forgive the field Where, with her blood, thy shame was sealed. E’en I–though on that fatal plain Lies my heart's brother with the slain; Though reft of his heroic worth, My spirit dwells alone on earth; And when all other grief is past, Must this be cherished to the last? Will lead thy battles, guard thy throne, With faith unspotted as his own,