Narrative Poems, part 3, Barclay of Ury etc

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Title: Narrative and Legendary Poems: Barclay of Ury, and Others
From Volume I., The Works of Whittier
Author: John Greenleaf Whittier
Release Date: Dec, 2005 [EBook #9562]?[Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule]?[This file was first posted on October 2, 2003]
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NARRATIVE AND LEGENDARY
POEMS
BY
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
CONTENTS:
BARCLAY OF URY?THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA?THE LEGEND OF ST MARK?KATHLEEN?THE WELL OF LOCH MAREE?THE CHAPEL OF THE HERMITS?TAULER?THE HERMIT OF THE THEBAID?THE GARRISON OF CAPE ANN?THE GIFT OF TRITEMIUS?SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE?THE SYCAMORES?THE PIPES AT LUCKNOW?TELLING THE BEES?THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY?THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY
BARCLAY OF URY.
Among the earliest converts to the doctrines of Friends in Scotland was Barclay of Ury, an old and distinguished soldier, who had fought under Gustavus Adolphus, in Germany. As a Quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at the hands of the magistrates and the populace. None bore the indignities of the mob with greater patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud gentleman and soldier. One of his friends, on an occasion of uncommon rudeness, lamented that he should be treated so harshly in his old age who had been so honored before. "I find more satisfaction," said Barclay, "as well as honor, in being thus insulted for my religious principles, than when, a few years ago, it was usual for the magistrates, as I passed the city of Aberdeen, to meet me on the road and conduct me to public entertainment in their hall, and then escort me out again, to gain my favor."
Up the streets of Aberdeen,?By the kirk and college green,?Rode the Laird of Ury;?Close behind him, close beside,?Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,?Pressed the mob in fury.
Flouted him the drunken churl,?Jeered at him the serving-girl,?Prompt to please her master;?And the begging carlin, late?Fed and clothed at Ury's gate,?Cursed him as he passed her.
Yet, with calm and stately mien,?Up the streets of Aberdeen?Came he slowly riding;?And, to all he saw and heard,?Answering not with bitter word,?Turning not for chiding.
Came a troop with broadswords swinging,?Bits and bridles sharply ringing,?Loose and free and froward;?Quoth the foremost, "Ride him down!?Push him! prick him! through the town?Drive the Quaker coward!"
But from out the thickening crowd?Cried a sudden voice and loud?"Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!"?And the old man at his side?Saw a comrade, battle tried,?Scarred and sunburned darkly;
Who with ready weapon bare,?Fronting to the troopers there,?Cried aloud: "God save us,?Call ye coward him who stood?Ankle deep in Lutzen's blood,?With the brave Gustavus?"
"Nay, I do not need thy sword,?Comrade mine," said Ury's lord;?"Put it up, I pray thee?Passive to His holy will,?Trust I in my Master still,?Even though He slay me.
"Pledges of thy love and faith,?Proved on many a field of death,?Not by me are needed."?Marvelled much that henchman bold,?That his laird, so stout of old,?Now so meekly pleaded.
"Woe's the day!" he sadly said,?With a slowly shaking head,?And a look of pity;?"Ury's honest lord reviled,?Mock of knave and sport of child,?In his own good city.
"Speak the word, and, master mine,?As we charged on Tilly's[8] line,?And his Walloon lancers,?Smiting through their midst we'll teach?Civil look and decent speech?To these boyish prancers!"
"Marvel not, mine ancient friend,?Like beginning, like the end:"?Quoth the Laird of Ury;?"Is the sinful servant more?Than his gracious Lord who bore?Bonds and stripes in Jewry?
"Give me joy that in His name?I can bear, with patient frame,?All these vain ones offer;?While for them