I cannot bid them throb and bound as hers with patriotic love and warrior fire.

A lowly cot with him I loved were happiness for me." "But that cot must rest upon a soil unchained, sweet Agnes, or joy could have no resting there.

Wherefore did Scotland rise against her tyrant--why struggle as she hath to fling aside her chains?
Was it her noble sons?
Alas, alas! degenerate and base, they sought chivalric fame; forgetful of their country, they asked for knighthood from proud Edward's hand, regardless that that hand had crowded fetters on their fatherland, and would enslave their sons.

Not to them did Scotland owe the transient gleam of glorious light which, though extinguished in the patriot's blood, hath left its trace behind.

With the bold, the hardy, lowly Scot that gleam had birth; they would be free to them.