That when the dooms are read, Not high nor low shall say:-- 'My haughty or my humble head Has saved me in this day.' That, till the end of time, Their remnant shall recall Their fathers' old, confederate crime Availed them not at all. That neither schools nor priests, Nor Kings may build again A people with the heart of beasts Made wise concerning men. Whereby our dead shall sleep In honour, unbetrayed, And we in faith and honour keep That peace for which they paid. Printed by T and A CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press