text:  "I've long forgot what follow'd save That standing by his bier I shouted out the words some fiend Was whispering in my ear-- 'My race is run--_the curse of Heaven And of Glencoe is here_!'[13] "From that dark hour all hope to me All _human_ hope was gone; I shrank from life a branded man-- I sought my land alone And of a stranger's purchased halls I joy'd to make my own