Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

I stanch’d thy father’s death-feud stern

With stout De Vaux and gray Glencairn;

And Bothwell’s Lord henceforth we own

The friend and bulwark of our Throne.—

But, lovely infidel, how now?

What clouds thy misbelieving brow?

Lord James of Douglas, lend thine aid;

Thou must confirm this doubting maid.”

XXVIII.

Then forth the noble Douglas sprung,