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 While trembling for her lover's fate,

At distance stood the maid—

Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale ;

Till in a lowly glen

He met the furious Sir John Graeme,

With twenty of his men.

Where goest thou, little page, he said,

So late, who did thee send?

I go to raise the brave Clan Rose,

Their master to defend.

For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme,

His blood is on his sword,

And far, far distant are his men;

Nor can assist their lord-

And has he slain my brother dear?

The furious chief replies;

Dishonour blast my name, but he,

By me ere morning dies.

Say page, where is Sir James the Rose ?

I will thee well reward—

He sleeps into lord Buchan's park;

Matilda is his guard.

They spurr'd their steeds and furious flew,

Like lightning o'er the lea:

They reached lord Buchan's lofty tow'rs,

By dawning of the day.

Matilda stood without the gate,

Upon a rising ground,

And watch d each object in the

All to ev'ry sound.