These Angus gave-his armourer's care, And aged chargers in the stalls, And women, priests, and grey-hair’d men ; X. HERE soon again we meet, my Clare! This Baron means to guide thee there: Douglas reveres his King's command, Else would he take thee from his band. And there thy kinsman, Surrey, too, Will give De Wilton justice due. Now meeter far for martial broil, Firmer my limbs, and strung by toil, Once more"-"O Wilton ! must we then Risk new-found happiness again, Trust fate of arms once more? And is there not an humble glen, Thy task on dale and moor? That reddening brow !--too well I know, And belt thee with thy brand of steel, XI. HAT night, upon the rocks and bay, The midnight moon-beam slumbering lay, And pour'd its silver light, and pure, Illuminate the chapel's pride, The sober glances fall. Much was there need; though, seam'd with scars, Two veterans of the Douglas' wars, Amid that dim and smoky light, A noble lord of Douglas blood, With mitre sheen, and rocquet white. More pleased that, in a barbarous age, Than that beneath his rule he held Doff'd his furr'd gown, and sable hood: |