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'Tis he himself !” Lorn sternly cries, “ And for my kinsman's death he dies." As loudly Ronald calls—" Forbear! Not in my sight while brand I wear, O'er-match'd by odds, shall warrior fall, Or blood of stranger stain my
hall ! This ancient fortress of my race Shall be misfortune's resting-place, Shelter and shield of the distress'd, No slaughter-house for ship-wreck'd guest.' “ Talk not to me,” fierce Lorn replied, “ Of odds or match !-when Comyn died, Three daggers clash'd within his side! Talk not to me of sheltering hall, The Church of God saw Comyn fall! On God's own altar stream'd his blood,
While o'er my prostrate kinsman stood
The ruthless murderer-e'en as now
With armed hand and scornful brow !
Up, all who love me ! blow on blow!
Then up sprung many a mainland Lord,
Obedient to their Chieftain's word.
Barcaldine's arm is high in air,
And clench'd is Dermid's hand of death.
Their mutter'd threats of vengeance swell
At Ronald's side that hour withstood
Fierce Lorn's relentless thirst for blood.
Brave Torquil from Dunvegan high,
Mac-Niel, wild Bara's ancient thane,
Duart, of bold Clan Gillian's strain,
Fergus, of Canna's castled bay,
Back stream'd each chieftain's shaggy hair,
And soon those bridal lights may shine
While thus for blows and death prepared,
All menaced violence, but alike
Reluctant each the first to strike,
(For aye accursed in minstrel line
Is he who brawls ʼmid song and wine,
Ere bursts the thunder on the hill.
With blade advanced, each Chieftain bold
Show'd like the Sworder's form of old,
As wanting still the torch of life,
That awful pause the stranger maid, "And Edith, seized to pray for aid. As to De Argentine she clung, Away her veil the stranger flung, And, lovely 'mid her wild despair, Fast stream'd her eyes, wide flow'd her hair. “O thou, of knighthood once the flower, Sure refuge in distressful hour, Thou, who in Judah well hast fought For our dear faith, and oft hast sought Renown in knightly exercise, When this poor hand has dealt the prize, Say, can thy soul of honour brook On the unequal strife to look, When, butcher'd thus in peacefull hall, Those once thy friends, my brethren, fall !"-