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“ If from the sea, where lies your
bark ?" « Ten fathom deep in ocean dark ! Wreck'd yesternight; but we are men, Who little sense of peril ken. The shades come down the day is shutWill
you go with us to our hut ?". “ Our vessel waits us in the bay ; Thanks for your proffer-have good day."“ Was that your galley, then, which rode Not far from shore when evening glow'd ?”. “ It was."-" Then spare your needless pain, There will she now be sought in vain. We saw her from the mountain-head, When with St George's blazon red A southern vessel bore in sight, And yours raised sail, and took to fight."
“ Now, by the rood, unwelcome news !" Thus with Lord Ronald communed Bruce ;
“ Nor rests there light enough to show
If this their tale be true or no.
The men seem bred of churlish kind,
They reach'd the dreary cabin, made
And there, on entering, found
Ill suited with such savage scene,
and cloak of velvet green,
Low seated on the ground.
in sorrow drown'd. “ Whence this poor boy?"-As Ronald spoke, The voice his trance of anguish broke; As if awaked from ghastly dream, He raised his head with start and scream,
And wildly gazed around;
“ Whose is the boy ?” again he said.
For, though from earliest childhood mute,
And on the rote and viol play,
For those who love such glee;
Makes blither melody."“ Hath he, then, sense of spoken sound?”
L" Aye; so his mother bade us know, A crone in our late shipwreck drown'd,
And hence the silly stripling's woe. More of the youth I cannot say, Our captive-but since yesterday ; When wind and weather wax'd so grim, We little listed think of him.But why waste time in idle words? Sit to your cheer-unbelt your swords."Sudden the captive turn'd his head, And one quick glance to Ronald sped.
It was a keen and warning look,
“Kind host,” he said, " our needs require
A churlish vow," the eldest said,