Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.



By John Hutcheson Millar

SEE! from this hill, where through the vale there runs

The river, sparkling in the setting sun;

And yon gray church which stands amid the trees,

Beneath whose silent shade full many a mound

Entombs some noble heart; see! that bright field,

Where waves a harvest full of golden grain,

Sprung from a soil made rich by human blood;

As if it strove, but strove in vain, to pay

The debt it owed to beauty’s fairest queen,

When from yon rising ground she saw, with tears,

The flower of all her chivalry dispersed,

And bade her last fond cherished hopes adieu!

And whither did she fly? ah! this recalls

My thoughts when wandering through that stately pile,

Where Britain, like a mother, fondly stores

The mouldering relics of her noblest sons,

And of her fairest daughters; there I saw

A face, in marble even beautiful;

Made yet more fair by contrast with a foe

To whom she fled for safety, but alas!

Found less than when she stood defeated on that field.