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 At length she bless'd his well try'd love,

Allow'd 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 blomming saugh tree 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 obey'd;

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 happiness be thine,

Which I can never taste!-

What do I hear? Is this the vow?

Sir James the Ross reply'd;