The Heart of the Bruce

T was upon an April morn, While yet the frost lay hoar, We heard Lord James's bugle-horn Sound by the rocky shore. THE HEART OF THE BRUCE Then down we went, a hundred knights, All in our dark array, And flung our armor in the ships That rode within the bay. We spoke not as the shore grew less But gazed in silence back, Where the long billows swept away The foam behind our track. And aye the purple hues decayed Upon the fading hill, And but one heart in all that ship Was tranquil, cold, and still. The good Lord Douglas paced the deck, And O, his face was wan! Unlike the flush it used to wear When in the battle-van.- "Come hither, come hither, my trustyknight, Sir Simon of the Lee ; There is a freit lies near my soul I fain would tell to thee. "Thouknow'st the words King Robert spoke Upon his dying day: How he bade take his noble heart And carry it far away; "And lay it in the holy soil Where once the Saviour trod, Since he might not bear the blessed Cross, Nor strike one blow for God. THE HEART OF THE BRUCE "Last night as in my bed I lay, I dreamed a dreary dream: - Methought I saw a Pilgrim stand In the moonlight's quivering beam. "His robe was of the azure dye, Snow-white his scattered hairs, And even such a cross he bore As good St. Andrew bears. ""Why go ye forth, Lord James,' he said, 'With spear and belted brand? Why do you take its dearest pledge From this our Scottish land? " The sultry breeze of Galilee Creeps through its groves of palm, The olives on the Holy Mount Stand glittering in the calm. " But 'tis not there that Scotland's heart Shall rest by God's decree, Till the great angel calls the dead To rise from earth and sea! " Lord James of Douglas, mark my rede! That heart shall pass once more In fiery fight against the foe, As it was wont of yore. " And it shall pass beneath the Cross, And save King Robert's vow ; But other hands shall bear it back, Not, James of Douglas, thou!' THE HEART OF THE BRUCE "Now, by thy knightly faith, I pray, Sir Simon of the LeeFor truer friend had never man Than thou hast been to me- "If ne'er upon the Holy Land 'Tis mine in life to tread, Bear thou to Scotland's kindly earth The relics of her dead. " The tear was in Sir Simon's eye As he wrung the warrior's hand- "Betide me weal, betide me woe, I'll hold by thy command. "But if in battle-front, Lord James, 'Tis ours once more to ride, Nor force of man, nor craft of fiend, Shall cleave me from thy side!" And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea, Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee. And as we rounded to the port, Beneath the watch-tower's wall, We heard the clash of the atabals, And the trumpet's wavering call. "Why sounds yon Eastern music here So wantonly and long, And whose the crowd of armed men That round yon standard throng?" THE HEART OF THE BRUCE "The Moors have come from Africa To spoil and waste and slay, AndKing Alonzo of Castile Must fight with them to-day." "Now shame it were," cried good LordJames, "Shall never be said of me That I and mine have turned aside From the Cross in jeopardie! "Have down, have down, my merry men all- Have down unto the plain; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the fields of Spain! " "Now welcome to me, noble lord, Thou and thy stalwart power; Dear is the sight of a Christian knight, Who comes in such an hour! "Is it for bond or faith you come, Or yet for golden fee? Or bring ye France's lilies here, Or the flower of Burgundie?" "God greet thee well, thou valiant king, Thee and thy belted peersSir James of Douglas am I called, And these are Scottish spears. "We do not fight for bond or plight, Nor yet for golden fee ; But for the sake of our blessed Lord, Who died upon the tree. Jun. Cl-10 355 12 THE HEART OF THE BRUCE "We bring our great King Robert's heart Across the weltering wave, To lay it in the holy soil Hard by the Saviour's grave. "True pilgrims we, by land or sea, Where danger bars the way; And therefore are we here, Lord King, To ride with thee this day! " The King has bent his stately head, And the tears were in his eyne- "God's blessing on thee, noble knight, For this brave thought of thine ! "I know thy name full well, Lord James; And honored may I be, That those who fought beside the Bruce Should fight this day for me! "Take thou the leading of the van, And charge the Moors amain; There is not such a lance as thine In all the host of Spain! " The Douglas turned towards us then, O, but his glance was high ! "There is not one of all mymen But is as bold as I. "There is not one of all my knights But bears as true a spearThen onward, Scottish gentlemen, And think King Robert's here!" THE HEART OF THE BRUCE The trumpets blew, the cross-bolts flew, The arrows flashed like flame, As spur in side, and spear in rest, Against the foe we came. And many a bearded Saracen Went down, both horse and man; For through their ranks we rode like corn, So furiously we ran! But in behind our path they closed, Though fain to let us through, For they were forty thousand men, And we were wondrous few. We might not see alance's length, So dense was their array, But the long fell sweep of the Scottish blade Still held them hard at bay. "Make in! make in!" Lord Douglas cried- "Make in, my brethren dear! Sir William of St. Clair is down; Wemay not leave him here!" But thicker, thicker grew the swarm, And sharper shot the rain, And the horses reared amid the press, But they would not charge again. "Now Jesu help thee," said Lord James, "Thou kind and true St. Clair! An' if I may not bring thee off, I'll die beside thee there!" THE HEART OF THE BRUCE Then in his stirrups up he stood, So lion-like and bold, Andheld the precious heart aloft All in its case of gold. He flung it from him, far ahead, And never spake he more, But "Pass thou first, thou dauntless heart, As thou wert wont of yore ! " The roar of fight rose fiercer yet, And heavier still the stour, Till the spears of Spain came shivering in, And swept away the Moor. "Now praised be God, the day is won! They fly o'er flood and fell- Why dost thou draw the rein so hard, Good knight, that fought so well?" "O, ride ye on, Lord King!" he said, "And leave the dead to me, For I must keep the dreariest watch That ever I shall dree ! "There lies, above his master's heart, The Douglas, stark and grim; And woe is me I should be here, Not side by side with him! "The world grows cold, myarm is old, And thin my lyart hair, And all that I loved best on earth Is stretched before me there. THE HEART OF THE BRUCE "O Bothwell banks! that blooms so bright Beneath the sun of May, The heaviest cloud that ever blew Is bound for you this day. "And Scotland! thou mayst veil thy head In sorrow and in pain: The sorest stroke upon thy brow Hath fallen this day in Spain! "We'll bear them back unto our ship, We'll bear them o'er the sea, And lay them in the hallowed earth Within our own countrie. "And be thou strong of heart, Lord King, For this I tell thee sure, The sod that drank the Douglas' blood Shall never bear the Moor!" The King he lighted from his horse, He flung his brand away, And took the Douglas by the hand, So stately as he lay. "God give thee rest, thou valiant soul! That fought so well for Spain; I'd rather half my land were gone, So thou wert here again!" We bore the good Lord James away, And the priceless heart we bore, And heavily we steered our ship Towards the Scottish shore. HERVE RIEL No welcome greeted our return, Nor clang of martial tread, But all were dumb and hushed as death Before the mighty dead. Welaid our chief in Douglas Kirk, The heart in fair Melrose ; Andwoful men were we that day- Godgrant their souls repose!