Martyrs Memorial, Greyfriars Kirk Yard, Edinburgh.
toiled, and in their country’s cause
Bled nobly ;
and their deeds, as they deserve,
recompense. We give in charge
to the sweet lyre. Th’ historic Muse,
Proud of the
treasure, marches with it down
times ; and Sculpture, in her turn
Gives bond in
stone and ever-during brass
them, and t’ immortalise their trust
wreaths are due, though never paid,
To those who,
posted at the shrine of Truth,
in her defence. A patriot’s blood,
Well spent in
such a strife, may earn indeed,
And for a
time insure, to his loved land,
The sweets of
liberty and equal laws ;
struggle for a brighter prize,
And win it
with more pain.
is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim—
Our claim to
feed upon immortal truth,
To walk with
God, to be divinely free,
To soar, and
to anticipate the skies.
remember them. They lived unknown„
Persecution dragg’d them into fame.
them up to Heaven.