And deign to bless the nuptial hour
Of Cranstoun's Lord and Teviot's Flower.
XXVI.
"She looked to river, looked to hill,
Thought on the Spirit's prophecy,
Then broke her silence stern and still,
'Not you, but Fate, has vanquished me;
Their influence kindly stars may shower
On Teviot's tide and Branksome's tower,
For pride is quelled, and love is free.'"