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To Argentine she turn'd her word,
What said I_Edith !-all is well
Nay, fear not, I will well provide
Now rose De Argentine, to claim The prisoners in his sovereign's name, To England's crown, who, vassals sworn, 'Gainst their liege lord had weapon borne (Such speech, I ween, was but to hide His care their safety to provide 3
For knight more true in thought and deed
Hath whisper'd of a lawful claim,
That calls the Bruce fair Scotland's Lord,
Though dispossess’d by foreign sword.
'Midst Scottish Chieftains summon'd here
To bridal mirth and bridal cheer,
Be sure, with no consent of mine,
Shall either Lorn or Argentine
Then waked the wild debate again,
66 The Abbot comes !” they cry at once,
: Hath sainted visions known;
And by Columba's stone.
To cheer his penance lone,
With Aves many a one
He comes our feuds to reconcile,
A sainted man from sainted isle;
We will his holy doom abide,
Scarcely this fair accord was o'er,
The black-stoled brethren wind; Twelve sandall’d monks, who reliques bore, With many a torch-bearer before,
And many a cross behind.
Dropp'd swiftly at the sight;
Dart from the vault of night.
The Abbot on the threshold stood,
And in his hand the holy rood;
The torch's glaring ray
His blue eye glistening cold and bright,
His tresses scant and grey.
« Fair Lords," he said, “ Our Lady's love, And peace be with you from above,
And Benedicite !
But what means this ? no peace is here! Do dirks unsheathed suit bridal cheer ?
Or are these naked brands
A seemly shew for Churchman's sight,
Betrothed hearts and hands ?”