In the bold cheek of Malcolm Græme;
But from his glance it well appear’d
’Twas but for Ellen that he fear’d;
While, sorrowful, but undismay’d,
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