OH! ne'er be clanronald the valiant forgot! Still fearless and first in the combat, he fell; But we paused not one tear-drop to shed o'er the spot, We spared not one moment to murmur "Farewell." We heard but the battle-word given by the chief, "To-day for revenge, and to-morrow for grief!" And wildly, Clanronald! we echoed the vow, With the tear on our cheek, and the sword in our hand; Young son of the brave! we may weep for thee now, For well has thy death been avenged by thy band, When they joined, in wild chorus, the cry of the chief, "To-day for revenge, and to-morrow for grief!" Thy dirge in that hour was the bugle's wild call, The clash of the claymore, the shout of the brave; But now thy own bard may lament for thy fall, And the soft voice of melody sigh o'er thy grave -- While Albyn remembers the words of the chief, "To-day for revenge, and to-morrow for grief!" Thou art fallen, O fearless one! flower of thy race: Descendant of heroes! thy glory is set: But thy kindred, the sons of the battle and chase, Have proved that thy spirit is bright in them yet! Nor vainly have echoed the words of the chief, "To-day for revenge, and to-morrow for grief!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1884 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MAY DAY by ADELAIDE A. ANDREWS THERE IS NO LOVING AFTER DEATH by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS |