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His prophet-speech had spoke;
Before a whisper woke.
The solemn stillness broke; . And still they gazed with eager guess, Where, in an oriel's deep recess, The Island Prince seem'd bent to press What Lorn, by his impatient cheer, And gesture fierce, scarce deign'd to hear.
Starting at length with frowning look,
And sternly flung apart;
“ And deem'st thou me so mean of mood, As to forget the mortal feud, And clasp the hand with blood embrued
From my dear Kinsman's heart? Is this thy rede?-a due return For ancient league and friendship sworn! But well our mountain proverb shows The faith of Islesmen ebbş and flows. Be it even so believe, ere long, He that now bears shall wreak the wrong.Call Edith-call the Maid of Lorn!
My sister, slaves !-for further scorn,
But who the Chieftain's rage can tell,
To highest tower the castle round,
Two strangers sought the Abbot's bark.-
(For, gład of each prètext for spoil,
To Ronald of the Isles
She seeks Iona's piles,
The Abbot reconciles.”
. V. As, impotent of ire, the hall Echoed to Lorn's impatient call, « My horse, my mantle, and my train ! Let none who honours Lorn remain !"Courteous, but stern, a bold request To Bruce de Argentine express'd.
6 Lord Earl,” he said," I cannot chuse
Of late, and launch'd at Argentine;
Such as compels me to demand
Then do me but the soldier grace,
Where we may meet in fight;
Thou art a noble knight."
“ And I,” the princely Bruce replied, 66 Might term it stain on knighthood's pride,