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Why flames the far summit why they shoot to the blast Those embers like stars from the firmament cast Tis the fire shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his Eyrie [underlined, and connected to definition written in margin: "An high place"] that beacons the darkness of heaven O crested Locheil the peerless in might Whose banners arise on the battlements height Heaven's fire is around thee to blast and to burn Return to thy dwelling all lonely return For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood

Locheil

False wizard avaunt I have marshall'd my clan Their swords are a thousand their bosoms are one They are true to the last of their blood and their breath And like reapers descend to the harvest of death Their welcome proud Cumberlands steed to the shock Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock