88 GRAHAM OF GARTMORE
She with all a monarch's pride Felt them in her bosom glow,
Rushed to battle, fought, and died, Dying, hurled them at the foe :
'Ruffians, pitiless as proud,
Heaven awards the vengeance due;
Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you.'
Cowper. XXXVI
TO HIS LADY
IF doughty deeds my lady please
Right soon I'll mount my steed; And strong his arm, and fast his seat
That bears frae me the meed. I'll wear thy colours in my cap
Thy picture at my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart !
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;
O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho' ne'er another trow me.
If gay attire delight thine eye
I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night,
And squire thee all the day.
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