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LOCHIEL'S WARNING. WIZARD LOCHIEL. WIZARD. Lochiel ' Lochiel, beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array! For a fieid of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight: They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown; Wo, wo to the riders that trample them down! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? 3Tis thine, oh Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning: no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. Weep, Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the deac: For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave. Go, preach to the coward, thou death telling seer Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight! This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. WIZARD. Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north. Lo! the death-shot of foeman outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high! Ah ! home let him speed for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit ' Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness ofheaven. Oh, crested Lochiel! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' he...
