Genealogical memoir of the most noble and ancient house of Drummond

sect. iv. Of Sir John Drummond, 1st Lord Drummond. 83
Aloud let Fame its trumpet sound,
Its crowns let Glory wave;
Strew wreaths unfading Moira round,
Fame saves from death the brave.
See, Scotia hails with loud acclaim,
Her lov'd Commander's well-earn'd fame ;
Her grateful hosts resound the lay,
As late on George's natal day,
Retina's sons exulting drew their Chief's triumphant car
Th' applauses oF a Nation's praise,
To Moira lasting honours raise,
Who virtue courts, and glory's toils.
And, scorning vice, and pleasure's smiles,
Religion hails, pursues her paths, and eyes her joys afar.
Through scenes of guilt let Folly roam,
For Bliss in vain pursu'd ;
.Joy charms alone the Virtues' dome,
True Glory crowns the good.
Now let the Trumpet's clangour sound,
To arms ! aloud Britannia's hosts proclaim j
Ye Heroes, throng the standards round,
And haste with Moira to the fields of fame.
Shall Gaul's mean slaves dare touch the plains,
Where Beauty smiles, and Freedom reigns ?
Fly to the shores — come, bold advance,
Defy Spain, Holland, Rome, and France ;
Hear Glory's call, and while its voice inspires,
Pursue where Moira leads, and Fame to conquest fires.
To arms ! to arms ! ye Warriors crowd,
Heaven spread thy guardian wing !
Th' embattled hosts from danger 6hroud,
God save great George the King !
Such was the numerous and illustrious offspring of this
great and venerable nobleman. Born in the reign of King
James II, he lived on an intimate footing with James
III, IV, and V. He saw the third generation spring
from himself, and having nearly attained the age of 80,
he died in his own castle of Drummond in 1519, and
was honourably interred in his own burial-place in the
•collegiate church of Innerpaffray. He left behind him