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6 Young Lord,” the Royal Bruce replied, " That question must the Church decide;
Yet seems it hard, since rumours state
Edith takes Clifford for her mate,
The very tie, which she hath broke,
guess the Champion of the Rock, Victorious in the tourney shock, That knight unknown, to whom the prize She dealt,- had favour in her eyes; But since our brother Nigel's fate, Our ruin'd house and hapless state, From worldly joy and hope estranged, Much is the hapless mourner changed. Perchance," here smiled the noble King, “ This tale may other musings bring.
Soon shall we know-yon mountains hide
The little convent of Saint Bride;
There, sent by Edward, she must stay, Till fate shall give more prosperous day; And thither will I bear thy suit,
Nor will thine advocate be mute."
As thus they talk'd in earnest mood,
Thoughtless as brave, with bluntness kind
The insult went not unredress'd.
Come, cheer thee; thou art now of age
Bruce interposed," Gay Edward, no,
With father Augustin to share
The peaceful change of convent prayer, Than wander wild adventures through, With such a reckless guide as you.”* Thanks, brother !” Edward answerd gay, “ For the high laud thy words convey! But we may learn some future day,
If thou or I can this poor boy
Meanwhile, our vessel nears the strand;
Launch we the boat, and seek the land."
To land King Robert lightly sprung, And thrice aloud his bugle rung With note prolong'd and varied strain, Till bold Ben-ghoil replied again. Good Douglas then, and De la Haye, Had in a glen a hart at bay, And Lennox cheer'd the laggard hounds, When waked that horn the green-wood bounds. " It is the foe !" cried Boyd, who came In breathless hasté with eye on flame, “ It is the foe! Each valiant lord Fling by his bow, and grasp his sword !”“ Not so," replied the good Lord James, “ That blast ro English bugle claims.