THE HEART OF THE BRUCE. 245
I charge thee bear this pulseless heart A pilgrim to that clime."
He ceased, for lo ! in close pursuit,
With fierce and fatal strife, He came, who treads with icy foot
Upon the lamp of life. The brave Earl Douglas, trained to meet
Dangers and perils wild, Now, kneeling at his sovereign's feet,
Wept as a weaned child.
Beneath Dunfermline's hallowed nave,
En wrapt in cloth of gold, The Bruce's relics found a grave
Deep in their native mould ; But locked within its silver vase,
Next to Lord James' breast, His heart went journeying on apace,
In Palestine to rest.
��While many a noble Scottish knight, With sable shield and plume,
Rode as its guard in armour bright, To bless their Saviour's tomb.
As on the scenery of Spain They bent a traveller's eye,
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