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The Abbot on the threshold stood	A
And in his hand the holy rood	B
Then cloaking hate with fiery zeal	C
Proud Lorn first answered the appeal	C
Thou comest O holy man	D
True sons of blessed church to greet	E
But little deeming here to meet	E
A wretch beneath the ban	D
Of Pope and Church for murder done	F
Even on the sacred altar stone	G
Well mayst thou wonder we should know	H
Such miscreant here nor lay him low	H
Or dream of greeting peace or truce	I
With excommunicated Bruce	I
Yet will I grant to end debate	J
Thy sainted voice decide his fate	J
	-
The Abbot seemed with eye severe	K
The hardy chieftain's speech to hear	L
Then on King Robert turned the Monk	M
But twice his courage came and sunk	M
Confronted with the hero's look	N
Twice fell his eye his accents shook	N
Like man by prodigy amazed	O
Upon the King the Abbot gazed	O
Then o'er his pallid features glance	P
Convulsions of ecstatic trance	P
His breathing came more thick and fast	Q
And from his pale blue eyes were cast	Q
Strange rays of wild and wandering light	R
Uprise his locks of silver white	R
Flushed is his brow through every vein	S
In azure tide the currents strain	S
And undistinguished accents broke	T
The awful silence ere he spoke	T
	-
De Bruce I rose with purpose dread	U
To speak my curse upon thy head	U
And give thee as an outcast o'er	V
To him who burns to shed thy gore	W
But like the Midianite of old	X
Who stood on Zophim heaven controlled	X
I feel within mine aged breast	Y
A power that will not be repressed	Y
It prompts my voice it swells my veins	Z
It burns it maddens it constrains	Z
De Bruce thy sacrilegious blow	H
Hath at God's altar slain thy foe	H
O'er mastered yet by high behest	Y
I bless thee and thou shalt be blessed	Y
He spoke and o'er the astonished throng	A2
Was silence awful deep and long	A2
	-
Again that light has fired his eye	B2
Again his form swells bold and high	B2
The broken voice of age is gone	C2
'Tis vigorous manhood's lofty tone	G
Thrice vanquished on the battle plain	S
Thy followers slaughtered fled or ta'en	D2
A hunted wanderer on the wild	E2
On foreign shores a man exiled	E2
Disowned deserted and distressed	Y
I bless thee and thou shalt be blessed	Y
Blessed in the hall and in the field	F2
Under the mantle as the shield	F2
Avenger of thy country's shame	G2
Restorer of her injured fame	G2
Blessed in thy sceptre and thy sword	H2
De Bruce fair Scotland's rightful Lord	H2
Blessed in thy deeds and in thy fame	G2
What lengthened honors wait thy name	G2
In distant ages sire to son	F
Shall tell thy tale of freedom won	F
And teach his infants in the use	I
Of earliest speech to falter Bruce	I
Go then triumphant sweep along	A2
Thy course the theme of many a song	A2
The Power whose dictates swell my breast	Y
Hath blessed thee and thou shalt be blessed	Y

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