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Shall seem with down of eider piled,

If thy protection hover there.

The murky cavern's heavy air

Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled; Then, Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer, Mother, list a suppliant child!

Ave Maria!

Ave Maria! stainless styled!
Foul demons of the earth and air,
From this their wonted haunt exiled,
Shall flee before thy presence fair.
We bow us to our lot of care,

Beneath thy guidance reconciled :
Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer,

And for a father hear a child!


Ave Maria!

Died on the harp the closing hymn,-
Unmoved in attitude and limb,

As listening still, Clan-Alpine's lord
Stood leaning on his heavy sword,
Until the page with humble sign
Twice pointed to the sun's decline.

Then while his plaid he round him cast,
"It is the last time. - 'tis the last,"

He muttered thrice, "the last time e'er
That angel-voice shall Roderick hear!"
It was a goading thought,

his stride

Hied hastier down the mountain-side;

Sullen he flung him in the boat,
An instant 'cross the lake it shot.
They landed in that silvery bay,

And eastward held their hasty way,







Till, with the latest beams of light,
The band arrived on Lanrick height,
Where mustered in the vale below
Clan-Alpine's men in martial show.


A various scene the clansmen made:
Some sat, some stood, some slowly strayed,
But most, with mantles folded round,
Were couched to rest upon the ground,
Scarce to be known by curious eye
From the deep heather where they lie,
So well was matched the tartan screen
With heath-bell dark and brackens green;
Unless where, here and there, a blade
Or lance's point a glimmer made,
Like glow-worm twinkling through the shade.
But when, advancing through the gloom,
They saw the Chieftain's eagle plume,
Their shout of welcome, shrill and wide,
Shook the steep mountain's steady side.
Thrice it arose, and lake and fell
Three times returned the martial yell;
It died upon Bochastle's plain,

And Silence claimed her evening reign.








"THE rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears,

I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,
Emblem of hope and love through future years!"
Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,
What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave.


Such fond conceit, half said, half sung,
Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue.
All while he stripped the wild-rose spray,
His ax and bow beside him lay,

For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood

A wakeful sentinel he stood.

Hark! - on the rock a footstep rung,

And instant to his arms he sprung.

"Stand, or thou diest!— What, Malise? — soon Art thou returned from Braes of Doune.

By thy keen step and glance I know,

Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe."
For while the Fiery Cross hied on,
On distant scout had Malise gone.

"Where sleeps the Chief?" the henchman said.
"Apart, in yonder misty glade;





To his lone couch I'll be your guide."—
Then called a slumberer by his side,
And stirred him with his slackened bow,-
Up, up, Glentarkin! rouse thee, ho!

We seek the Chieftain; on the track
Keep eagle watch till I come back."


Together up the pass they sped:
"What of the foeman?" Norman said. –
"Varying reports from near and far;
This certain, that a band of war

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At prompt command to march from Doune;
King James the while, with princely powers,
Holds revelry in Stirling towers.

Soon will this dark and gathering cloud
Speak on our glens in thunder loud.
Inured to bide such bitter bout,

The warrior's plaid may bear it out;
But, Norman, how wilt thou provide
A shelter for thy bonny bride?"—
"What! know ye not that Roderick's care
To the lone isle hath caused repair
Each maid and matron of the clan,
And every child and aged man

Unfit for arms; and given his charge,
Nor skiff nor shallop, boat nor barge,
Upon these lakes shall float at large,
But all beside the islet moor,

That such dear pledge may rest secure ?


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But wherefore sleeps Sir Roderick Dhu
Apart from all his followers true?"
“It is because last evening-tide
Brian an augury hath tried,

Of that dread kind which must not be
Unless in dread extremity,

The Taghairm called; by which, afar,
Our sires foresaw the events of war.
Duncraggan's milk-white bull they slew," -


"Ah! well the gallant brute I knew!
The choicest of the prey we had
When swept our merrymen Gallangad.
His hide was snow, his horns were dark,
His red eye glowed like fiery spark;
So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet,
Sore did he cumber our retreat,
And kept our stoutest kerns in awe,
Even at the pass of Beal 'maha.
But steep and flinty was the road,
And sharp the hurrying pikeman's goad,
And when we came to Dennan's Row
A child might scathless stroke his brow."



"That bull was slain; his reeking hide
They stretched the cataract beside,
Whose waters their wild tumult toss
Adown the black and craggy boss
Of that huge cliff whose ample verge
Tradition calls the Hero's Targe.
Couched on a shelf beneath its brink,

Close where the thundering torrents sink,







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