Alas! he goes to Scotland’s throne,

Buys his friend’s safety with his own;

He goes to do—what I had done,

Had Douglas’ daughter been his son!”—

XI.

“Nay, lovely Ellen!—dearest, nay!

If aught should his return delay,

He only named yon holy fane

As fitting place to meet again.

Be sure he’s safe; and for the Græme,—