584 JAMES CLERK MAXWELL. 



The pennons, floating in the air, 

 Proclaim that one of rank is there 

 The Douglas, with a gallant band 

 Of warriors, seeks the Holy Land. 

 But wherefore now the trumpet's bray, 

 The clang of arms and war's array, 

 The atabal and martial drum ? 

 The Moor the infidel is come ; 

 And there is Sultan Osmyn see ! 

 With all his Paynim chivalry ; 

 And they have sworn to glut their steel 

 With the best blood of fair Castile. 



" And do we here inactive stand ? " 

 The Douglas cries ; " Land ! comrades, land !" 

 Then for the Christian camp he makes, 

 When thus Alphonso silence breaks : 



" What news from Scotland do you bring ; 

 And where is now your patriot king ? " 



" Alas ! within this casket lies 

 The heart so valiant, good, and wise, 

 This to the Holy Land we bear, 

 For we have sworn to lay it there. 

 But let us forward to the fight, 

 And God protect the Christian right !" 

 To whom Alphonso " Scottish lord, 

 That now for Spain dost draw that sword, 

 The terror of thy English foes, 

 When for her freedom Scotland rose ; 

 With knights like thee and thy brave band 

 We'll drive the Moslem from the land." 

 The Douglas thus his comrades cheers 



" Be brave ! and as for him that fears, 

 Let the base coward turn and fly, 

 For we will gain the day, or die. 

 Now couch the trusty Scottish spear, 

 And think King Robert's heart is here, 

 And boldly charge already, see 

 The dogs of Moslems turn and flee." 



