Can I not mountain maiden spy, But she must bear the Douglas eye? Can I not view a highland brand, But it must match the Douglas hand? Can I not frame a fevered dream, But still the Douglas is the theme ?— I'll dream no more-by manly mind Not even in sleep is will resigned. My midnight orisons said o'er, I'll turn to rest, and dream no more.". His midnight orison he told, A prayer with every bead of gold, Consigned to heaven his cares and woes, And sunk in undisturbed repose; Until the heath-cock shrilly crew, And morning dawned on Benvenue. END OF CANTO FIRST. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO SECOND. The Island, I. Ат morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, 'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay, All Nature's children feel the matin spring Of life reviving, with reviving day; And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain, Mix'd with the sounding harp, O white-haired Allan-bane ! II. Song. "Not faster yonder rowers' might Flings from their oars the spray, Not faster yonder rippling bright, That tracks the shallop's course in light, Melts in the lake away, Than men from memory erase The benefits of former days; Then, Stranger, go! good speed the while, Nor think again of the lonely isle. "High place to thee in royal court, High place in battled line, Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport, Where Beauty sees the brave resort, The honoured meed be thine! True be thy sword, thy friend sincere, |