text:  And a smile was on his visage for within his dying ear Peal'd the joyful note of triumph and the clansmen's clamorous cheer; So amidst the battle's thunder shot and steel and scorching flame In the glory of his manhood pass'd the spirit of the Graeme! Open wide the vaults of Athol where the bones of heroes rest-- Open wide the hallow'd portals to receive another guest! Last of Scots and last of freemen--last of all that dauntless race Who would rather die unsullied than outlive the land's disgrace! O thou lion-hearted warrior! reck not of the after-time Honour may be deem'd dishonour loyalty be called a crime