第81章 IX.

'Woe to the clansman who shall view This symbol of sepulchral yew, Forgetful that its branches grew Where weep the heavens their holiest dew On Alpine's dwelling low!

Deserter of his Chieftain's trust, He ne'er shall mingle with their dust, But, from his sires and kindred thrust, Each clansman's execration just Shall doom him wrath and woe.'

He paused; -- the word the vassals took, With forward step and fiery look, On high their naked brands they shook, Their clattering targets wildly strook;And first in murmur low, Then like the billow in his course, That far to seaward finds his source, And flings to shore his mustered force, Burst with loud roar their answer hoarse, 'Woe to the traitor, woe!'

Ben-an's gray scalp the accents knew, The joyous wolf from covert drew, The exulting eagle screamed afar,--They knew the voice of Alpine's war.