To tame his foes, his friends to aid, Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. Yet, if there be one faithful Græme, Who loves the Chieftain of his name, Not long shall honour'd Douglas dwell, Like hunted stag, in mountain cell; Nor, ere yon pride-swoll'n robber dare, Ι may not give the rest to air! Tell Roderick Dhu, I owed him nought, Not the poor service of a boat, To waft me to yon mountain-side." Then plunged he in the flashing tide ;1 Bold o'er the flood his head he bore, And stoutly steer'd him from the shore ; And Allan strain'd his anxious eye, Far 'mid the lake his form to spy. Darkening across each puny wave, To which the moon her silver gave, Fast as the cormorant could skim, The swimmer plied each active limb; Then landing in the moonlight dell, Loud shouted of his weal to tell. The Minstrel heard the far halloo, And joyful from the shore withdrew MS." He spoke, and plunged into the tide.! THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO THIRD. The Gathering. I. TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, course. Yet live there still who can remember well, THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Eoth field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell, Canto III. And solitary heath, the signal knew; While clamorous war-pipes yell'd the gathering sound, And while the Fiery Cross glanced, like a meteor, round.1 II. The summer dawn's reflected hue 1 See Appendix, Note 2 A. [MS." The doe awoke, and to the lawn, The lark sent down her matins loud; Invisible in flecked sky, The lark sent down her revelry; The blackbird and the speckled thrush Her notes of peace, and rest, and love. III. No thought of peace, no thought of rest, Was preface meet, ere yet abroad The Cross of Fire should take its road. -"The green hills Are clothed with early blossoms; through the grass Of summer-birds sing welcome as ye pass."-Childe Harold 2 (MS.-"Hard by, his vassals' early care |