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The Covenanter s Tomb - James Hogg Oh 'tis a heart-stirring sight to view, Far to the westward stretching blue, That frontier ridge, which erst defied Th' invader's march, th' oppressor's ride. The bloody field, for many an age, Of rival nations' wasteful rage; In latter times a refuge given, To exiles in the cause of heaven. Far inland, where the mountain crest O'erlooka the waters of the west, And 'midst the moorland wilderness, Dark moss-cleughs form a drear recess, Curtain'd with ceaseless mists, which feed The sources of the Clyde and Tweed; There injured Scotland's patriot band, For faith and freedom made their stand, When traitor kings, who basely sold Their country's fame for Gallic gold, Too abject o'er the free to reign, Warn'd by a father's fate in vain— In bigot fury trampled down The race who oft preserved their crown— There, worthy of his masters, came The despots' champion, bloody Graham. The human bloodhounds of the earth, To hunt the peasant from his hearth! Tyrants! could not misfortune teach, That man has rights beyond your reach? Thought ye the torture, and the stake, Could that intrepid spirit break; Which even in woman's breast withstood The terrors of the fire and flood? Yes—though the sceptic's tongue deride Those martyrs who for conscience died; Though modish history blight their fame, And sneering courtiers hoot the name Of men, who dared alone be free Amidst a nation's slavery,— Yet long for them the poet's lyre Shall wake its notes of heavenly fire. Their name shall nerve the patriot's hand, Upraised to save a sinking land; And piety shall learn to burn With holier transports o'er their urn! Sequester'd haunts!—so still—so fair, That holy faith might worship there,— The shaggy gorse and brown heath wave O'er many a nameless warrior's grave. #Jameshogg