Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)
The Lay of Sir William Wallace
The grey hill and the purple heath Are round me as I stand; The torrent hoar doth sternly roar, The lake lies calm and grand; The altars of the living rock 'Neath yon blue skies are bare, And a thousand mountain-voices mock Mine accents on the air. O land most lovely and beloved,— Whether in morn's bright hues, Or in the veil, so soft, so pale, Woven by twilight dews, God's bounty pours from sun and cloud Beauty on shore and wave,— I lift my hands, I cry aloud, Man shall not make thee slave! Ye everlasting witnesses,— Most eloquent, though dumb,— Sky, shore, and seas, light, mist, and breeze, Receive me, when I come! How could I, in this holy place, Stand with unshamèd brow, How look on earth's accusing face, If I forget my vow? Not few nor slight his burdens are Who gives himself to stand Stedfast and sleepless as a star, Watching his fatherland; Strong must his will be, and serene, His spirit pure and bright, His conscience vigilant and keen, His arm an arm of might. From the closed temple of his heart, Sealed as a sacred spring, Self must he spurn, and set apart As an unholy thing; Misconstrued where he loves the best, Where most he hopes, betrayed, The quenchless watchfire in his breast Must neither fail nor fade. And his shall be a holier meed Than earthly lips may tell;— Not in the end, but in the deed, Doth truest honour dwell. His land is one vast monument, Bearing the record high Of a spirit with itself content, And a name that cannot die! For this, with joyous heart, I give Fame, pleasure, love, and life; Blest, for a cause so high, to live In ceaseless, hopeless strife: For this to die, with sword in hand, Oh, blest and honour'd thrice!— God, countrymen, and fatherland, Accept the sacrifice!
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