Felicia Hemans,
The Meeting of Wallace and Bruce on the Banks of the Carron
(1819)
“ And the wild fastnesses are ours, The rocks, with their eternal towers! The soul to struggle and to dare, Is mingled with our northern air, And dust beneath our soil is lying Of those who died for fame undying. ”
Felicia Hemans,
The Meeting of Wallace and Bruce on the Banks of the Carron
(1819)
“ And I–but wherefore now recall The whispered omens of my fall? They come not in mysterious gloom, —There is no bondage in the tomb! O'er the soul's world no tyrant reigns, And earth alone for man hath chains! ”
Felicia Hemans,
The Meeting of Wallace and Bruce on the Banks of the Carron
(1819)
“ Thine, Wallace while the heart hath still One pulse a generous thought can thrill, While youth's warm tears are yet the meed Of martyr's death, or hero's deed, Shall brightly live, from age to age, Thy country's proudest heritage! ”
