Poem by Christian Milne

Song 6 (Loud beats the drum--to arms! to arms!)

LOUD beats the drum--to arms! to arms!
Bright bands in steel are glancing!
See PEGGY drest in sorrow's charms,
With mournful step advancing.
"Dear maid! wipe off that pearly drop,
"That in its source is swelling;
"Let these fair eyes look bright with Hope--
"Drive Fear to her dark dwelling!
"The brave alone deserve the fair,
"I go that you may prize me;
"Should I remain inglorious here,
"You justly might despise me."
"I yield, brave youth! to war proceed;
"May all that's good defend you!
"Since Scottish heroes must succeed,
"May fairest Fame attend you!"

1. Song 7 (Cool evening invites--let us stray)
2. Written in Early Spring, 1795
3. Song 1 (Now Winter is o'er, and sweet Spring is returning)
4. A Scotch Song
5. Written on the Morning of the Communion Sabbath

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