"We have a passion- make a law,
Too false to guide us or control!
And for the law itself we fight
In bitterness of soul.
"And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose
Distinctions that are plain and few:
These find I graven on my heart:
That tells me what to do.
"The creatures see of flood and field,
And those that travel on the wind!
With them no strife can last; they live
In peace, and peace of mind.
"For why because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
"A lesson which is quickly learned,
A signal this which all can see!
Thus nothing here provokes the strong
To wanton cruelty.
"All freakishness of mind is checked;
He tamed, who foolishly aspires:
While to the measure of his might
Each fashions his desires.
"All kinds, and creatures, stand and fall
By strength of prowess or of wit:
'Tis God's appointment who must sway,
And who is to submit.
"Since, then, the rule of right is plain, And longest life is but a day;
To have my ends, maintain my rights,
I'll take the shortest way."
And thus among these rocks he lived, Through summer's heat and winter's snow: The Eagle, he was lord above,
And Rob was lord below.
So was it would, at least, have been
But through untowardness of fate;
For Polity was then too strong—
He came an age too late.
Or shall we say an age too soon?
For, were the bold Man living now,
How might he flourish in his pride,
With buds on every bough!
Then rents and factors, rights of chase, Sheriffs, and lairds and their domains, Would all have seemed but paltry things, Not worth a moment's pains.
Rob Roy had never lingered here,
To these few meagre Vales confin'd;
But thought how wide the world, the times
How fairly to his mind!
And to his Sword he would have said,
"Do Thou my sovereign will enact
From land to land through half the earth!
Judge thou of law and fact !
""Tis fit that we should do our part; Becoming, that mankind should learn That we are not to be surpassed
In fatherly concern.
"Of old things all are over old,
Of good things none are good enough :-
We'll show that we can help to frame
A world of other stuff.
"I, too, will have my kings that take
From me the sign of life and death :
Kingdoms shall shift about like clouds,
Obedient to my breath."
And, if the word had been fulfilled,
As might have been, then, thought of joy!
France would have had her present Boast,
And we our brave Rob Roy !
Oh! say not so ; compare them not;
I would not wrong thee, Champion brave!
Would wrong thee nowhere; least of all
Here standing by thy Grave.
For Thou, although with some wild thoughts, Wild Chieftain of a savage Clan!
Hadst this to boast of; thou didst love
And, had it been thy lot to live
With us who now behold the light,
Thou wouldst have nobly stirred thyself,
And battled for the right.
For thou wert still the poor man's stay,
The poor man's heart, the poor man's hand;
And all the oppressed, who wanted strength,
Had thine at their command.
Bear witness many a pensive sigh
Of thoughtful Herdsman when he strays
Alone upon Loch Veol's heights,
And by Loch Lomond's brass '
And, far and near, through vale ani hul,
Are faces that attest the same;
And kindle, like a fire new stirred,
At sound of Rob Roy's name.
In the devotedness of youthful love,
Preferring me to parents, and the choir
Of gay companions, to the natal roof,
And all known places and familiar sights
(Resigned with sadness gently weighing down
Her trembling expectations, but no more
Than did to her due honour, and to me
Yielded, that day, a confidence sublime
In what I had to build upon)-this Bride,
Young, modest, meek, and beautiful, I led
To a low cottage in a sunny bay,
Where the salt sea innocuously breaks,
And the sea-breeze as innocently breathes,
On Devon's leafy shores; a sheltered hold,
In a soft clime encouraging the soil
To a luxuriant bounty! As our steps
Approach th' embowered abode-our chosen seat
See, rooted in the earth, its kindly bed,
Th' unendangered myrtle, decked with flowers, Before the threshold stands to welcome us!
While, in the flowering myrtle's neighbourhood, Not overlooked, but courting no regard,
Those native plants, the holly and the yew,
Gave modest intimation to the mind
Of willingness with which they would unite
With the green myrtle, t' endear the hours
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