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Walter Scott - The Vision of Don Roderick
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    Beneath the warrior`s vest affection`s wound,
  Whose wish Heaven for his country`s weal denied;
    Danger and fate he sought, but glory found.
  From clime to clime, where`er war`s trumpets sound,
    The wanderer went; yet Caledonia! still
  Thine was his thought in march and tented ground;
    He dreamed `mid Alpine cliffs of Athole`s hill,
And heard in Ebro`s roar his Lyndoch`s lovely rill.

XVII.
  O hero of a race renowned of old,
    Whose war-cry oft has waked the battle-swell,
  Since first distinguished in the onset bold,
    Wild sounding when the Roman rampart fell!
  By Wallace` side it rung the Southron`s knell,
    Alderne, Kilsythe, and Tibber owned its fame,
  Tummell`s rude pass can of its terrors tell,
    But ne`er from prouder field arose the name
Than when wild Ronda learned the conquering shout of GRAEME!

XVIII.
  But all too long, through seas unknown and dark,
    (With Spenser`s parable I close my tale,)
  By shoal and rock hath steered my venturous bark,
    And landward now I drive before the gale.
  And now the blue and distant shore I hail,
    And nearer now I see the port expand,
  And now I gladly furl my weary sail,
    And, as the prow light touches on the strand,
I strike my red-cross flag and bind my skiff to land.
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