Ellen and Margaret fearfully Sought comfort in each other's eye, Then turned their ghastly look, each one, This to her sire, that to her son.

The hasty color went and came In the bold cheek of Malcohm Graeme, But from his glance it well appeared 'T was but for Ellen that he feared;While, sorrowful, but undismayed, The Douglas thus his counsel said:

'Brave Roderick, though the tempest roar, It may but thunder and pass o'er;Nor will I here remain an hour, To draw the lightning on thy bower;For well thou know'st, at this gray head The royal bolt were fiercest sped.

For thee, who, at thy King's command, Canst aid him with a gallant band, Submission, homage, humbled pride, Shall turn the Monarch's wrath aside.

Poor remnants of the Bleeding Heart, Ellen and I will seek apart The refuge of some forest cell, There, like the hunted quarry, dwell, Till on the mountain and the moor The stern pursuit be passed and o'er,'--