XXVI.

For from Hebudes, dark with rain, To eastern Lodon’s fertile plain, And from the southern Redswire edge, To farthest Rosse’s rocky ledge; From west to east, from south to north. Scotland sent all her warriors forth. Marmion might hear the mingled hum Of myriads up the mountain come; The horses’ tramp, and tingling clank, Where chiefs reviewed their vassal rank, And charger’s shrilling neigh; And see the shifting lines advance While frequent flashed, from shield and lance, The sun’s reflected ray.