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on perusing the lay.
Hark Caledonia! from the tomb,
From the rude cairn's unsculptur'd heap,
From the pale cloister's twilight gloom
It breaks the warrior's grizly sleep!
From the rude cairn's unsculptur'd heap,
From the pale cloister's twilight gloom
It breaks the warrior's grizly sleep!
On the dim legends gothic page
What lofty deeds obscurely slept,
While o'er them still, from age to age,
Oblivion's mouldering mildew crept!
What lofty deeds obscurely slept,
While o'er them still, from age to age,
Oblivion's mouldering mildew crept!
Mark Scotland, mark! the wondrous song
Rouses from dust each slumbering name,
Oh mark its echoes loud and long!
It gives your vanish'd sires to fame!
Rouses from dust each slumbering name,
Oh mark its echoes loud and long!
It gives your vanish'd sires to fame!
Once more the chieftain's eye severe,
Gleams with the lightning's vivid flash,
Gleams with the lightning's vivid flash,
