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 A summons to proclaim;
But indistinct the pageant proud,
730As fancy forms of midnight cloud,
When flings the moon upon her shroud
 A wavering tinge of flame;
It flits, expands, and shifts, till loud,
From midmost of the spectre crowd,
735 This awful summons came:—

XXVI.
'Prince, prelate, potentate, and peer,
 Whose names I now shall call,
Scottish, or foreigner, give ear!
Subjects of him who sent me here,
740At his tribunal to appear,
 I summon one and all:
I cite you by each deadly sin,
That e'er hath soil'd your hearts within;
I cite you by each brutal lust,
745That e'er defiled your earthly dust,—
 By wrath, by pride, by fear,
By each o'er-mastering passion's tone,
By the dark grave, and dying groan!
When forty days are pass'd and gone,
750I cite you at your Monarch's throne,
 To answer and appear.'—
Then thundered forth a roll of names:—
The first was thine, unhappy James!
 Then all thy nobles came;
755Crawford, Glencairn, Montrose, Argyle,
Ross, Bothwell, Forbes, Lennox, Lyle,—
Why should I tell their separate style?
 Each chief of birth and fame,
Of Lowland, Highland, Border, Isle,
760Fore-doom'd to Flodden's carnage pile,
 Was cited there by name;
And Marmion, Lord of Fontenaye,
Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye;