And for thy life preserved by mine,
When thou shalt see a darksome man,
Who boasts him Chief of Alpine’s Clan,
With tartans broad, and shadowy plume,
And hand of blood, and brow of gloom,
Be thy heart bold, thy weapon strong,
And wreak[270] poor Blanche of Devan’s wrong!
They watch for thee by pass and fell ...
Avoid the path ... O God!... farewell.”