The blood-dew'd fields, in story famed, come up before our gaze,
And heroes and heroic deeds, long sank in time's deep haze.
Comes rising up each well-marked spot, by greybeard peasants shown,
Where Wrong awhile in arms prevailed, perhaps where Freedom won;
Where erst some patriot chieftain called his willing clansmen round,
And rushed to battle with his hosts where foemen strewed the ground.
And wide-streamed rivers, in whose floods reflected we behold
The homes and bowers of kings and bards who lived in days of old,
Pass by in solemn, grand array, and as we gaze we think
How many ages men have toiled, fought, loved, beside their brink!