II.

The steel-clad STEWART, Red-cross Knight, Menteth, his Countess, fair and bright, Here live in sculptured stone.

I boast not feat of Holy Land:

He bravely fought on Fairlie's strand,
And Haco bade "Be gone!"

Would vow of Cross were thus fulfilled!
Incursive blood alone were spilled!

Alone intruding foe were killed!
Blest pair! In death ye live,

Ye love beyond the tomb,
Your mutual hearts to God ye give,
He gives you welcome home.

III.

I saw the BRUCE's mighty form,

What time he view'd the gathering storm Hang o'er his muchl-oved land.

I marked his high undaunted air,

'Mid craving want and sleepless care, Resolved to make a stand.

Not lofty thus the hero's look,

When fixed upon the sacred book

His speaking falcon-eye ;

Before the throne of heavenly grace,
He bows his supplicating face
In meek humility.

Yes! firm the blast he did defy,

He caused th' invading Edward fly,

Obtaining help of Deity!

IV.

Part of the royal Cean-Mor's grant,
The Hun's well-earned meed,

Was gifted, to supply my want,
By friend in hour of need.

O Drummond! ancient, noble house,

Who gav'st a lovely virtuous spouse

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To deck fair Albin's crown,

Still 'mid the wreck of time thou liv'st,

Still to devoted hearts thou giv'st

A pledge of bright renown.

V.

In valiant Bruce's scepter'd son

I find a bounteous friend.

Better to give such hallowed boon,
Than croisader wend!

The pious father's bleeding heart
Might visit many a foreign part,

The tide of battle stem;

That heart in Melrose Abbey sleeps,

And Bruce the Second, whilst he weeps,

Secures its requiem.

VI.

The beauteous Mary, when a child,

For safety hither came;