"Brave Roderick, though the tempest roar,

It may but thunder and pass o'er ;

Nor will I here remain an hour,

To draw the lightning on thy bower;
For well thou know'st, at this grey head
The royal bolt were fiercest sped.

For thee, who, at thy King's command,
Canst aid him with a gallant band,
Submission, homage, humbled pride,
Shall turn the monarch's wrath aside.
Poor remnants of the Bleeding Heart,
Ellen and I will seek, apart,

The refuge of some forest cell;

There, like the hunted quarry, dwell,

Till, on the mountain and the moor,

The stern pursuit be pass'd and o'er.”—

XXX.

"No, by mine honour," Roderick said,

"So help me, heaven, and my good blade!

No, never! Blasted be yon pine,

My father's ancient crest, and mine,

If from its shade in danger part

The lineage of the Bleeding Heart!

Hear my blunt speech: grant me this maid

To wife, thy counsel to mine aid;

To Douglas, leagued with Roderick Dhu, Will friends and allies flock enow;

Like cause of doubt, distrust, and grief,

Will bind to us each Western Chief.
When the loud pipes my bridal tell,

The Links of Forth shall hear the knell,
The guards shall start in Stirling's porch;

And, when I light the nuptial torch,

A thousand villages in flames

Shall scare the slumbers of King James! -Nay, Ellen, blench not thus away, And, mother, cease these signs, I pray ; I meant not all my heat might say.—

Small need of inroad, or of fight,

When the sage Douglas may unite

Each mountain clan in friendly band,

To guard the passes of their land,
Till the foil'd King, from pathless glen,

Shall bootless turn him home agen."

'XXXI.

There are who have, at midnight hour,

In slumber scaled a dizzy tower,

And, on the verge that beetled o'er

The ocean-tide's incessant roar,

Dream'd calmly out their dangerous dream, Till waken'd by the morning beam;

When, dazzled by the eastern glow,

Such startler cast his glance below,
And saw unmeasured depth around,
And heard unintermitted sound,

And thought the battled fence so frail,
It waved like cobweb in the gale ;—
Amid his senses' giddy wheel,

Did he not desperate impulse feel,

Headlong to plunge himself below,

And meet the worst his fears foreshow ?

Thus, Ellen, dizzy and astound,

As sudden ruin yawn'd around,

By crossing terrors wildly toss'd,

Still for the Douglas fearing most,

Could scarce the desperate thought withstand,

To buy his safety with her hand.

XXXII.

Such purpose dread could Malcolm spy

In Ellen's quivering lip and eye,

And eager rose to speak-but ere

His tongue could hurry forth his fear,

Had Douglas mark'd the hectic strife,

Where death seem'd combating with life;

For to her cheek, in feverish flood,

One instant rush'd the throbbing blood,

Then ebbing back, with sudden sway,
Left its domain as wan, as clay.

"Roderick, enough! enough!" he cried,

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'My daughter cannot be thy bride;

Not that the blush to wooer dear,

Nor paleness that of maiden fear.
It may not be forgive her, Chief,
Nor hazard aught for our relief.
Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er
Will level a rebellious spear.

'Twas I that taught his youthful hand
To rein a steed and wield a brand;

I see him yet, the princely boy!.
Not Ellen more my pride and joy;
I love him still, despite my wrongs,
By hasty wrath, and slanderous tongues.
O seek the grace you well may find,
Without a cause to mine combined.".

XXXIII.

Twice through the hall the Chieftain strode ;

The waving of his tartans broad,