Lady Seton

My dear lord, don’t faint! Bear yourself like a man, and comfort me, For I had need of it. The cunning Edward Must not betray us thus. What boots his word? Remember thy brave brother Christopher, Who was betray’d, beheaded, like his friend The glorious Wallace! If they gave themselves Martyrs for Scotland, oh! shall we refuse Our sons, who both are young, and Heaven will sure Reward our sacrifice with plants as fair As those we’re doom’d to lose,—if plants as fair May be.