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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.”-
XVI. As thus they talk'd in earnest mood, That speechless boy beside them stood. He stoop'd his head against the mast, And bitter sobs çame thick and fast, A grief that would not be repress’d, But seem'd to burst his youthful breast. His hands, against his forehead held, As if by force his tears repell’d, But through his fingers, long and slight, Fast trill'd the drops of crystal bright. Edward, who walk'd the deck apart, First spied this conflict of the heart.
Thoughtless as brave, with bluntness kind
He sought to cheer the sorrower's mind;
By force the slender hand he drew
From those poor eyes that stream'd with dew.
As in his hold the stripling strove,-
('Twas a rough gràsp, though meant in love,)
Away his tears the warrior swept,
And bade shame on him that he wept.
6 I would to heaven, thy helpless tongue
Could tell me who hath wrought thee wrong!
For, were he of our crew the best,
The insult went not unredress’d.
Come, cheer thee; thou art now of age
To be a warrior's gallant page;
Thou shalt be mine !-a palfrey fair
O’er hill and holt my boy shall bear,
To hold my bow in hunting grove,
Or speed on errand to my love ;
For well I wot thou wilt not tell
The temple where my wishes dwell.”_
Bruce interposed, —“ Gay Edward, no,
• This is no youth to hold thy bow,
To fill thy goblet, or to bear
Thy message light to lighter fair.
Thou art a patron all too wild
And thoughtless, for this orphan child.
See'st thou not how apart he steals,
Keeps lonely couch, and lonely meals ?
Fitter by far in yon calm cell
To tend our sister Isabel,
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 answer'd gay,
“ For the high laud thy words convey !
But we may learn some future day,
If thou or I can this poor boy
Protect the best, or best employ.
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. 6 It is the foe!” cried Boyd, who came In breathless haste with eye on flame,– 66 It is the foe !—Each valiant lord ! Fling by his bow, and grasp his sword !"6 Not so,” replied the good Lord James, . 66 That blast no English bugle claims.
Oft have I heard it fire the fight,
Cheer the pursuit, or stop the flight.
Dead were my heart, and dèaf mine ear,
If Bruce should call, nor Douglas hear!
Each to Loch-Ranza's margin spring;
That blast was winded by the King !"-
Fast to their mates the tidings spread,
And fast to shore the warriors sped.
Bursting from glen and green-wood tree,
High waked their loyal jubilee !
Around the royal Bruce they crowd,
And clasp'd his hands, and wept aloud.
Veterans of early fields were there,
Whose helmets press’d their hoary hair,
Whose swords and axes bore a stain
From life-blood of the red-hair'd Dane;
And boys, whose hands scarce brook'd to wield · The heavy sword or bossy shield.