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ADDRESS INTENDED TO BE RECITED AT THE CALEDONIA MEETING, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Who hath not glowed above the page where fame
Last Line: And wean from penury the soldier's heir.
Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron
Subject(s): Scotland


WHO hath not glow'd above the page where fame
Hath fix'd high Caledon's unconquer'd name;
The mountain-land which spurn'd the Roman chain,
And baffled back the fiery-crested Dane,
Whose bright claymore and hardihood of hand
No foe could tame -- no tyrant could command?
That race is gone -- but still their children breathe,
And glory crowns them with redoubled wreath:
O'er Gael and Saxon mingling banners shine,
And, England! add their stubborn strength to thine.
The blood which flow'd with Wallace flows as free,
But now 't is only shed for fame and thee!
Oh! pass not by the northern veteran's claim,
But give support -- the world hath given him fame!

The humbler ranks, the lowly brave, who bled
While cheerly following where the mighty led,
Who sleep beneath the undistinguish'd sod
Where happier comrades in their triumph trod,
To us bequeath -- 't is all their fate allows --
The sireless offspring and the lonely spouse.
She on high Albyn's dusky hills may raise
The tearful eye in melancholy gaze,
Or view, while shadowy auguries disclose
The Highland seer's anticipated woes,
The bleeding phantom of each martial form
Dim in the cloud, or darkling in the storm;
While sad, she chants the solitary song,
The soft lament for him who tarries long --
For him, whose distant relics vainly crave
The Coronach's wild requiem to the brave!

'T is Heaven -- not man -- must charm away the woe
Which bursts when Nature's feelings newly flow;
Yet tenderness and time may rob the tear
Of half its bitterness for one so dear;
A nation's gratitude perchance may spread
A thornless pillow for the widow'd head;
May lighten well her heart's maternal care,
And wean from penury the soldier's heir.





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