The lady of the lake . Alpine know, Thou canst our strength and passes show. — Malise, what ho ! — his henchman came : Give our safe-conduct to the Grseme. Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold: Fear nothing for thy favorite hold ; The spot an angel deigned to grace Is blessed, though robbers haunt the place. Thy churlish courtesy for those Reserve, who fear to be thy foes. As safe to me the mountain way At midnight as in blaze of day, Though with his boldest at his back Even Roderick Dim beset the track.— Brave Douglas, — lovely Ellen, —nay, Nought here of parting will I say. Earth does not h
The lady of the lake . Alpine know, Thou canst our strength and passes show. — Malise, what ho ! — his henchman came : Give our safe-conduct to the Grseme. Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold: Fear nothing for thy favorite hold ; The spot an angel deigned to grace Is blessed, though robbers haunt the place. Thy churlish courtesy for those Reserve, who fear to be thy foes. As safe to me the mountain way At midnight as in blaze of day, Though with his boldest at his back Even Roderick Dim beset the track.— Brave Douglas, — lovely Ellen, —nay, Nought here of parting will I say. Earth does not hold a lonesome glen So secret but we meet again.— Chieftain ! we too shall find an hour, —- He said, and left the svlvan bower. XXXVI. Old Allan followed to the strand —Such was the Douglass command —And anxious told, how, on the morn, 114 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. The stern Sir Roderick deep had sworn,The Fiery Cross should circle oerDale, glen, and valley, down and were the peril to the Graeme. From those who to the signal came;Far up the lake t were safest land,Himself would row him to the gave his counsel to the wind, THE ISLAND. 115 While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind, Round dirk and pouch and broadsword rolled, His ample plaid in tightened fold, And stripped his limbs to such array As best might suit the watery way, — XXXVII. Then spoke abrupt: Farewell to thee, Pattern of old fidelity ! The Minstrels hand he kindly pressed, — Oh, could I point a place of rest! My sovereign holds in ward my land, My uncle leads my vassal band; To tame his foes, his friends to aid, Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. Yet, if there be one faithful Graeme Who loves the chieftain of his name, Not long shall honored Douglas dwell Like hunted stag in mountain cell; Nor, ere yon pride-swollen robber dare, — I may not give the rest to air ! Tell Roderick Dim I owed him nought, Not the poor service of a boat, To waft me to yon mountain-side. Then plunged he
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