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It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this, that he hath much to love: 'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high, Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye, Or left unthought-of in obscurity, Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not, Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won : Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former 'worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast: Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or He must go to dust without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable name, Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;' And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause : This is the happy Warrior; this is He Whom every 'Man in arms should wish to be.
ROB ROY'S GRAVE.
The History of Rob Roy is sufficiently known; his Grave is near the tread of
Loch Keterine, in one of those small pin-fold-like Burial-grounds, of neglected and desolate appearance, which the Traveller meets with in the Highlands of Scotland.
A famous Man is Robin Hood,
HEAVEN gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart,
Or keep his Friends from harm.
Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave;
Must scorn a timid song.
Say, then, that he was wise as brave;
He sought his moral creed.
Said generous Rob,“ What need of Books ? “ Burn all the Statutes and their shelves : “ They stir us up against our Kind;
“ And worse, against Ourselves.
“ We have a passion, make a law,
“ In bitterness of soul.
* And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose
“ That tells me what to do.
“ The Creatures see of flood and field,
“ In peace, and peace of mind.
“ For why ?--because the good old Rule “ Sufficeth them, the simple Plan, “ That they should take who have the power,
“ And they should keep who can.
“ A lesson which is quickly learned,
“ To wanton cruelty.
“ All freakishness of mind is checked;
“ Each fashions his desires.
“ All Kinds, and Creatures, stand and fall “ By strength of prowess or of wit: “ 'Tis God's appointment who must sway,
“ And who is to submit.
“ Since, then, the rule of right is plain,
“ I'll take the shortest way.”
And thus among these rocks he lived, Through summer's heat and winter's snow:The Eagle, he was Lord above,
And Rob was Lord below.
So was it—would, at least, have been
Or shall we say an age too soon ?
With buds on every bough!
Then rents and Factors, rights of chase,
Not worth a moment's pains.