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e graves of your alres! The degger of Macbeth was nothing To what that sword shall be; Sleeping or waking, its phantom shall still Forever be present to thee. And when with assassins and traitors, Who disgrace their country's name. Thon shall sneak to they grave with terror and fear, It will prove a sword of fiame: A sword, whose lurid lishining Shall rival the place of the lost; Then shrieking, despairing, too late thou'll find. What that treacherous blade hath cost. sion To the traitors then hast loved so well. Arneld will meet thee all smirking, But only to hide the tear; He known his pre-eminence now is gone, For a greater than Arnold is here. Then the Prince of Darkness shall say, "Do come up higher, my son; "Since the fall of man no darker deed "Than thine hath ever been done. "Now, Arnold, cease that growling, "Scott's is the greater name; "His sword he hath pinuged in his mother's heart. "Thon did'st only plan the same."