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I scarcely know me in the glass.
A chance most wondrous did provide,
That I should be that Baron's guide-

I will not pame his name ! -
Vengeance to God alone belongs ;
But, when I think on all my wrongs,

My blood is liquid flame !
And ne'er the time shall I forget,
When, in a Scottish hostel set,

Dark looks we did exchange :
What were his thoughts I cannot tell;
But in my bosom mustered Hell.

Its plans of dark revenge.

VIII.

A word of vulgar augury,
That broke from me, I scarce knew why,

Brought on a village tale;
Which wrought upon his moody sprite,
And sent him armed forth by night.

I borrowed steed and mail,

And weapons, from his sleeping band;

And, passing from a postern door, We met, and 'countered, hand to hand,

He fell on Gifford-moor. For the death-stroke my brand I drew, (O then my helmed head he knew,

The palmer's cowl was gone,) Then bad three inches of my blade The heavy debt of vengeance paid, My hand the thought of Austin staid ;

I left him there alone.O, good old man! even from the grave, Thy spirit could thy master save : If I had slain my foeman, ne'er Had Whitby's Abbess, in her fear, Given to my hand this packet dear, Of power to clear my injured fame,. And vindicate De Wilton's name. Perchance you heard the Abbess tell Of the strange pageantry of Hell,

That broke our secret speech-
It rose from the infernal shade,
Or featly was some juggle played,

A tale of peace to teach.
Appeal to Heaven I judged was best,
When my name came among the rest.

IX.

« Now here, within Tantallon Hold,
To Douglas late my tale I told,
To whom my house was known of old.
Won by my proofs, his faulchion bright
This eve anew shall dub me knight.
These were the arms that once did turn
The tide of fight on Otterburne,
And Harry Hotspur forced to yield,
When the Dead Douglas won the field.
These Angus gave—his armourer's care,
Ere morn, shall every breach repair ;
For nought, he said, was in his halls,

But ancient armour on the walls,
And aged chargers in the stalls,
And women, priests, and grey-haired men ;
The rest were all in Twisel glen. *
And now I watch my armour here,
By law of arms, till midnight's near ;
Then, once again a belted knight,
Seek Surrey's camp with dawn of light.

X.

“ There soon again we meet, my Clare!
This Baron means to guide thee there :
Douglas reveres his king's command,
Else would he take thee from his band.
And there thy kinsman, Surrey, too,
Will give De Wilton justice due.
Now meeter far for martial broil,
Firmer my limbs, and strung by toil,

Once more” “0, Wilton! must we then
Risk new-found happiness again,

* Where James encamped before taking post on Flodden. Trust fate of arms once more?

And is there not a humble glen,

Where we, content and poor, Might build a cottage in the shade,

A shepherd thou, and I to aid

Thy task on dale and moor ?That reddening brow!—too well I know, Not even thy Clare can peace bestow

While falsehood stains thy name :
Go then to fight! Clare bids thee go!
Clare can a warrior's feelings know,

And weep a warrior's shame;
Can Red Earl Gilbert's spirit feel,
Bukcle the spurs upon thy heel,
And belt thee with thy brand of steel,

And send thee forth to fame !"

. XI. That night, upon the rocks and bay, The midnight moon-beam slumbering lay,

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