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Nor in thy noon of fame recall, Whose was the guilt that wrought his fall."   Still dost thou hear in stern disdain? Are Freedom's warning accents vain? No! royal Bruce! within thy breast Wakes each high thought, too long suppress'd, And thy heart's noblest feelings live, Blent in that suppliant word—"Forgive!" "Forgive the wrongs to Scotland done! Wallace! thy fairest palm is won, And, kindling at my country's shrine, My soul hath caught a spark from thine. Oh! deem not, in the proudest hour Of triumph and exulting power— Deem not the light of peace could find A home within my troubled mind.