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 At length she bless'd her well-try'd love, Allowed his tender claim : She vow'd to him her virgin heart, And own'd an equal flame.

Her father, Buchan's cruel lord, Their passion disapprov'd ; He bade her wed Sir John the Graeme,, And leave the youth she lov'd--

One night they met as they were wont, Deep in a shady wood; Where on the bank, beside the burn, A blooming, saugh there stood.

Conceal'd among the underwood, The crafty Donald lay, The brother of Sir John the Graeme, To watch what they might say.

When thus the maid began, My Sire, Our passion disapproves, He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme, So here must end our loves.

My father's will must be obeyed, Nought boots me to withstand, Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom, Shall bless thee with her hand.

Soon will Matilda be forgot, And from thy mind effac'd ; But may that happines, be thine, Which I can never taste!

What do I hear! is this the vow? Sir James the Rose reply'd,