No banner waved on Cardross[213] gate,

On Duchray’s[214] towers no beacon shone,

Nor scared the herons from Loch Con;

All seemed at peace.—Now wot ye why

The Chieftain, with such anxious eye,

Ere to the muster he repair,

This western frontier scann’d with care?—

In Benvenue’s most darksome cleft,

A fair, though cruel, pledge was left;

For Douglas, to his promise true,