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Where was the Douglas? —On the plain
道格拉斯在哪里？——在平原上
They found him, ‘midst the heap of slain,
他们在一堆尸体中找到了他，
Faithful in death, his good right hand
他一心赴死，右手
Held with firm grasp his broken brand:
还紧握着破烂的军旗：
While, o'er the sacred casket laid,
在棺材摆放的神圣地方，
A bulwark of his corse he made.
他为自己建造了一道堡垒。
And deem ye not, though fallen there,
虽然他倒下了，
The dying Douglas breathed a prayer
但却像在祈祷
For that far land he loved the best, —
为他挚爱的远方土地，——
The land where Bruce's ashes rest; —
那里埋着布鲁斯的骨灰；——
For Scotland's worth, and Scotland's weal;
为苏格兰的价值和福祉；
For truth to guide, for peace to heal;
为真理，为和平；
For freedom and for equal laws,
为了自由和平等的法律，
And men to strive for freedom's cause?
这就是人们追求自由的原因吗？
The fane is fallen, the rite is o'er,
神庙为他举行的葬礼结束了，
The choral anthem peals no more;
赞美诗班再也没有放声歌唱；
The moonbeam strays through nave and aisle,
月光洒在中殿里和过道上，
And the verdant ivy clings round the pile.
翠绿的常青藤附满教堂。
It recks not—like dew ‘neath the sunny ray,
没有关系——就像阳光下的露珠，
The crumbling fabric may pass away;
这些摇摇欲坠的织物会消失；
It recks not—for deep in the patriot's breast
没有关系——因为在爱国者的内心深处
The names of his country's heroes rest;
永远不会忘记国家英雄的名字；
And a thrill of pride it will aye impart,
这赋予国人一种自豪感，
That Scottish earth wraps the prince's heart.
即国君就埋在苏格兰的土地下。
—Lady Flora Hastings
—弗洛拉·黑斯廷斯夫人
