His Shepherd's staff; for midway in the cliff, The Priest here ended The Stranger would have thank'd him, but he felt And, looking at the grave, he said, "My Brother." It was not long ere Leonard reach'd a grove Were with him in his heart: his cherish'd hopes, He travell'd on to Egremont: and thence, That it was from the weakness of his heart, This done, he went on shipboard, and is now ELLEN IRWIN, Or the BRAES of KIRTLE Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate Was lovely as a Grecian Maid Young Adam Bruce beside her lay; Beneath the budding beeches. *The Kirtle is a River in the Southern part of Scotland, on whose banks the events here related took place. From many Knights and many Squires The Bruce had been selected; And Gordon, fairest of them all, By Ellen was rejected. Sad tidings to that noble Youth! For it may be proclaim'd with truth, If Bruce hath lov'd sincerely, The Gordon loves as dearly. But what is Gordon's beauteous face? And what are Gordon's crosses To them who sit by Kirtle's Braes Upon the verdant mosses ? Alas that ever he was born! The Gordon, couch'd behind a thorn, Sees them and their caressing, Beholds them bless'd and blessing. Proud Gordon cannot bear the thoughts That through his brain are travelling, And, starting up, to Bruce's heart He launch'd a deadly jav'lin! Fair Ellen saw it when it came, And, stepping forth to meet the same, Did with her body cover The Youth her chosen lover. And, falling into Bruce's arms, Thus died the beauteous Ellen, Thus from the heart of her true-love The mortal spear repelling. And Bruce, as soon as he had slain The Gordon, sail'd away to Spain; And fought with rage incessant |