Hope vanish’d from Fitz-James’s eye,
But not with hope fled sympathy.
He proffer’d to attend her side,
As brother would a sister guide.—
“Oh! little know’st thou Roderick’s heart!
Safer for both we go apart.
Oh haste thee, and from Allan learn,
If thou mayst trust yon wily kern.”
With hand upon his forehead laid,
The conflict of his mind to shade,