# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Rob Roy's Grave

III.
ROB ROY's GRAVE.
The History of Rob Roy is sufficiently known; his Grave is near the head of Loch Keterine, in one of those small pin-fold-like Burial-grounds, of neglected and desolate appearance, which the Traveller meets with in the Highlands of Scotland.
A famous Man is Robin Hood, The English Ballad-singer's joy! And Scotland has a Thief as good, An Outlaw of as daring mood; She has her brave Rob Roy! Then clear the weeds from off his Grave, And let us chaunt a passing Stave In honour of that Hero brave!
Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart, And wondrous length and strength of arm: Nor craved he more to quell his Foes, Or keep his Friends from harm.
​Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Forgive me if the phrase be strong;— A Poet worthy of Rob Roy Must scorn a timid song.
Say, then, that he was wise as brave; As wise in thought as bold in deed: For in the principles of things He sought his moral creed.
Said generous Rob, "What need of Books? "Burn all the Statutes and their shelves: "They stir us up against our Kind; "And worse, against Ourselves.
"We have a passion, make a law, "Too false to guide us or control! "And for the law itself we fight "In bitterness of soul.
"And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose "Distinctions that are plain and few: "These find I graven on my heart: "That tells me what to do.
​"The Creatures see of flood and field, "And those that travel on the wind! "With them no strife can last; they live "In peace, and peace of mind.
"For why?—because the good old Rule "Sufficeth them, the simple Plan, "That they should take who have the power, "And they should keep who can.
"A lesson which is quickly learned, "A signal this which all can see! "Thus nothing here provokes the Strong "To wanton cruelty.
"All freakishness of mind is checked; "He tamed, who foolishly aspires; "While to the measure of his might "Each fashions his desires.
"All Kinds, and Creatures, stand and fall "By strength of prowess or of wit: "'Tis God's appointment who must sway, "And who is to submit.
​"Since, then, the rule of right is plain, "And longest life is but a day; "To have my ends, maintain my rights, "I'll take the shortest way."
And thus among these rocks he lived, Through summer's heat and winter's snow: The Eagle, he was Lord above, And Rob was Lord below.
So was it—would, at least, have been But through untowardness of fate; For Polity was then too strong; He came an age too late,
Or shall we say an age too soon? For, were the bold Man living now, How might he flourish in his pride, With buds on every bough!
Then rents and Factors, rights of chase, Sheriffs, and Lairds and their domains, Would all have seemed but paltry things, Not worth a moment's pains.
​Rob Roy had never lingered here, To these few meagre Vales confined; But thought how wide the world, the times How fairly to his mind!
And to his Sword he would have said, "Do Thou my sovereign will enact "From land to land through half the earth! "Judge thou of law and fact!
"'Tis fit that we should do our part; "Becoming, that mankind should learn "That we are not to be surpassed "In fatherly concern.
"Of old things all are over old, "Of good things none are good enough:— "We'll shew that we can help to frame "A world of other stuff.
"I, too, will have my Kings that take "From me the sign of life and death: "Kingdoms shall shift about, like clouds, "Obedient to my breath."
​And, if the word had been fulfilled, As might have been, then, thought of joy! France would have had her present Boast; And we our brave Rob Roy!
Oh! say not so; compare them not; I would not wrong thee, Champion brave! Would wrong thee no where; least of all Here standing by thy Grave.
For Thou, although with some wild thoughts, Wild Chieftain of a Savage Clan! Hadst this to boast of; thou didst love The liberty of Man.
And, had it been thy lot to live With us who now behold the light, Thou would'st have nobly stirred thyself, And battled for the Right.
For thou wert still the poor Man's stay, The poor man's heart, the poor man's hand; And all the oppress'd, who wanted strength, Had thine at their command.
​Bear witness many a pensive sigh Of thoughtful Herdsman when he strays Alone upon Loch Veol's Heights, And by Loch Lomond's Braes!
And, far and near, through vale and hill, Are faces that attest the same; And kindle, like a fire new stirr'd, At sound of Rob Roy's name.