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Who rebel falchion drew,
Yet ever to thy deeds of fame,
Even while I strove against thy claim,

Paid homage just and true ?"Alas! dear youth, the unhappy time," Answer'd The Bruce, “ must bear the crime,

Since, guiltier far than you,
Even I”-he paused ; for Falkirk's woes
Upon his conscious soul arose.
The Chieftain to his breast he press'd,
And in a sigh conceal’d the rest.

IX.

They proffer'd aid, by arms and might,
To repossess him in his right;
But well their counsels must be weigh'd,
Ere banners raised and musters made,
For English hire and Lorn's intrigues
Bound many chiefs in southern leagues.

In answer, Bruce his

purpose

bold
To his new vassals frankly told.
« The winter worn in exile o'er,
I long'd for Carrick's kindred shore.
I thought upon my native Ayr,
And long'd to see the burly fare
That Clifford makes, whose lordly call
Now echoes through my father's hall.
But first my course to Arran led,
Where valiant Lennox gathers head,
And on the sea, by tempest toss'd,
Our barks dispersed, our purpose cross'd,
Mine own, a hostile sail to shun,
Far from her destined course had run,
When that wise will, which masters ours,
Compell’d us to your friendly towers."

X.

Then Torquil spoke: “ The time craves speed ! We must not linger in our deed,

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But instant pray our Sovereign Liege
To shun the perils of a siege.
The vengeful Lorn, with all his powers,
Lies but too near Artornish towers,
And England's light arm'd vessels ride,
Not distant far, the waves of Clyde,
Prompt at these tidings to unmoor,
And sweep each strait, and guard each shore.
Then, till this fresh alarm pass by,
Secret and safe my Liege must lie
In the far bounds of friendly Skye,
Torquil thy pilot and thy guide." --
“ Not so, brave Chieftain," Ronald cried;

Myself will on my Sovereign wait,
And raise in arms the men of Sleate,
Whilst thou, renown'd where chiefs debate,
Shalt sway their souls by council sage,
And awe them by thy locks of age.”.

“ And if my words in weight shall fail, This ponderous sword shall turn the scale.”

XI.

“ The scheme," said Bruce, “ contents me well ;
Meantime, 'twere best that Isabel,
For safety, with my bark and crew,
Again to friendly Erin drew.
There Edward, too, shall with her wend,
In need to cheer her and defend,
And muster up each scatter'd friend.”.
Here seem'd it as Lord Ronald's ear
Would other council gladlier hear ;
But, all achieved as soon as plann'd,
Both barks, in secret arm'd and mann'd,

From out the haven bore;
On different voyage forth they ply,
This for the coast of winged Skye,

And that for Erin's shore.

XII.

With Bruce and Ronald bides the tale.

To favouring winds they gave the sail,

Till Mull's dark headlands scarce they knew,
And Ardnamurchan's hills were blue.
But then the squalls blew close and hard,
And, fain to strike the galley's yard,

And take them to the oar,
With these rude seas, in weary plight, ,
They strove the livelong day and night,
Nor till the dawning had a sight

Of Skye's romantic shore.
Where Coolin stoops him to the west,
They saw upon his shiver'd crest

The sun's arising gleam;
But such the labour and delay,
Ere they were moor'd in Scavigh bay
(For calmer heaven compelld to stay

He shot a western beam.

Then Ronald said, “ If true mine eye,
These are the savage wilds that lie
North of Strathnardill and Dunskye;

No human foot comes here,

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