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 8 Till thro' his en’my's heart bis steel "Had fore'l a mortal wound. Graeme, like a tree by winds o'erthrown, Fell breathless on the clay : And down beside him sunk the Ross, And faint and dying lay. Matilda saw, and fast she ran : spore his life," she cry'd ; Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life Let her not be deny'd." Her well-known voice the hero heard : He raised his death-clos'd eyes: He fix'd them on the weeping maid, And weakly thus replies: " In vain. Matilda begs the life By death's arrest deny'd; My race is run-odieu, my love! Then clos'd his eyes, and died. The sword, yet warm, from his left side With frantic hand she drew; " I come, Sir James the Ross," she cry'd, "I come to follow you." The hill she lean'd against the ground, And bar'd her snowy breast : Then fell upon her lover's face, And sunk to endless rest. FINIS.