THE SWORD OF WALLACE.
["Among the relics and curiosities preserved in Rinfauns Castle, Perthshire, the seat of Lord Grey, is a sword, said to have belonged to Sir William Wallace. Rinfauns was at one time the property of Sir Adam de Longueville, the friend of Wallace; and the tradition, or history of the family is that the Scottish Patriot, about 1300, presented the weapon to his friend, by whom it was carefully cherished, and bequeathed to his successor."]
Sword of the mighty dead! amidst the bloom
And splendor shining ronnd thee—the perfume
That haunts the air, and makes it almost seem
The breathing beauty of a pictured dream—
Amidst the music and the voice of glee,
Prom all their witcheries I turn to thee,
Grasp thee and tread the path that Wallace trod
When thou wast drawn for Freedom and for God.
And splendor shining ronnd thee—the perfume
That haunts the air, and makes it almost seem
The breathing beauty of a pictured dream—
Amidst the music and the voice of glee,
Prom all their witcheries I turn to thee,
Grasp thee and tread the path that Wallace trod
When thou wast drawn for Freedom and for God.
Imposing 'midst the crust of years art thou,
Stern as the frown on war's relentless brow;
Unbending now, amidst this after-life,
As when thou sought'st the firmament of strife,
And drank the blood that freedom bade thee draw,
When thy great master followed nature's law.
Stern as the frown on war's relentless brow;
Unbending now, amidst this after-life,
As when thou sought'st the firmament of strife,
And drank the blood that freedom bade thee draw,
When thy great master followed nature's law.
