Make patriot-breasts with ardour glow, And warrior pant to meet the foe ; And long by Nith the maidens young Shall chaunt the strains their minstrel sung; At ewe-bught, or at evening fold, Dumlanrig. THE SIXTEENTH BARD'S SONG. Who's he stands at Dumlanrig's gate? The captive, stretched in dungeon deep, Both bayle and keep rang with the din, "Ho! rise, Dumlanrig! all's at stake! For round thee reaves thy ruthless foe.-- His fur-cloak round him Douglas threw, And to the crennel eager flew. "What news? what news? thou stalwart groom, Who thus, in midnight's deepest gloom, Bring'st to my gate the loud alarm Of foray wide and country harm? What are thy dangers? what thy fears? Say out thy message, Douglas hears.” "Haste, Douglas! Douglas, arm with speed, And mount thy fleetest battle steed; For Lennox, with the southern host, Whom thou hast baulked and curbed the most, Like locusts from the Solway blown, Are spread upon thy mountains brown ; They drive thy flocks and herds away; On all the holms of Durisdeer. "One troop came to my father's hall; They burnt our tower,-they took our all. My dear, my only sister May, By force the ruffians bore away; Nor kid, nor lamb, bleats in the glen, Around all lonely Locherben! "My twenty men, I have no moe, Eager to cross the roaming foe, Well arm'd with hauberk and broad sword, Some Southrons shall their helmets lose, With that his horse around he drew, And down the path like lightning flew. "Arm," cried the Douglas, "one and all !" And vanished from the echoing wall. What are thy dangers? what thy fears? Say out thy message, Douglas hears." "Haste, Douglas! Douglas, arm with speed, And mount thy fleetest battle steed; For Lennox, with the southern host, Whom thou hast baulked and curbed the most, Like locusts from the Solway blown, Are spread upon thy mountains brown ; They drive thy flocks and herds away; On all the holms of Durisdeer. "One troop came to my father's hall; They burnt our tower,-they took our all. My dear, my only sister May, By force the ruffians bore away; |