True Nobles and Fleroes, II

Where Cameron’s claymore and Bible were seen
Engraved on the stone, where the heather grows
green.

"T'was a dream of those ages of darkness and blood,

When the minister’s home was the mountain and
wood—

When in Wellwood’s dark valley the standard of
Zion,

All bloody and torn, ’midst the heather was lying.

* * * * * *

The muskets were flashing, the blue swords were
gleaming, .

The helmets were cleft, and the red blood was
streaming— :

The heavens grew dark, and the thunder was rolling,

When in Wellwood’s dark moorlands the mighty
were falling.

‘When the righteous had fallen, and the combat was
ended,

A chariot of fire through a dark cloud descended ;

Its drivers were angels on horses of whiteness,

And its burning wheels turned on axles of brightness,

A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining,

All dazzling like gold of the seventh refining ;

And the souls that came forth out of great tribula-
tion

Have mounted the chariots and steeds of salvation.

On the arch of the rainbow the chariot is gliding,

Through the path of the thunder the horsemen are
riding :