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Save when, for weal of those they love,

To pray the prayer, and vow the vow,
The tottering child, the anxious fair,
The grey-haired sire, with pious care,
To chapels and to shrines repair.
Where is the Palmer now and where
The Abbess, Marmion, and Clare?
Bold Douglas! to Tantallon fair

They journey in thy charge:
Lord Marmion rode on his right handig
The Palmer still was with the band;
Angus, like Lindesay, did command

That none should roam at large.
But in that Palmer's altered mien
A wondrous change might now be secre»

Freely he spoke of war,
Of marvels wrought by single hand,
When lifted for a native land;
And still looked high, as if he planned

Some desperate deed afar.
His courser would he feed and stroke,
And, tucking up his sable frocke,
Would first his mettle bold provokey

Then soothe, or quell his pride.
Old Hubert said, that never one
He saw, except Lord Marmion,

A steed so fairly ride.


Some half-hour's march behind, there cand

By Eustace governed fair,
A troop escorting Hilda's Dame,

With all her nuns and Clare.
No audience had Lord Marmion sought

Ever he feared to aggravate

Clara de Clare's suspicious hate;
And safer 'twas, he thought,

To wait till, from the nuns removed,
The influence of kinsmen loved,

And suit by Henry's self approved,
Her slow consent had wrought.

His was no flickering flame, that dies
Unless when fanned by looks and siglas,
And lighted oft at lady's eyes;

He longed to stretch his wide command
O'er luckless Clara's ample land:
Besides, when Wilton with him yied,
Although the pang of humbled pride
The place of jealousy supplied,
Yet conquest, by that meanness won
He almost loathed to think upon,
Led him at times to hate the cause,
Which made him burst through honour's la ,
If e'er he loved, 'twas her alone,
Who died within that vault of stone.

And now, when close at hand they saw
North-Berwick's town and lofty Law,
Fitz-Eustace bade them pause a while
Before a venerable pile,

Whose turrets viewed, afar,
The lofty Bass, the Lambie Isle,

The ocean's peace or war.
At tolling of a bell, forth came
The convent's venerable Dame,
And prayed Saint Hilda's Abbess rest
With her, a loved and honoured guest,
Till Douglas should a bark prepare,
To waft her back to Whitby fair,
Glad was the Abess, you may guess,
And thanked the Scottish Prioress;
And tedious were to tell, I ween,
The courteous speech that passed between.
O'erjoyed the nuns their palfreys leave:

But when fair Clara did intend,

Like them, from horseback to descend,
Fitz-Eustace said "I grieve,
Fair lady, grieve e'en from my heart,
Such gentle company to part.

Think not discourtesy,
But Lords' commands must be obeyed;
And Marmion and the Douglas saith,

That you must wend with me.
Lord Marmion hath a letter broad,
Which to the Scottish Earl he showed,
Commanding, that, beneath his care,
Without delay, you shall repair,
To your good kinsman--Lord Fitz-Clare."

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The startled Abbess loud exclaimed;
But she, at whom the blow was aimed, .
Grew pale as death, and cold as lead.
She deemed she heard her death-doom reach
“ Cheer thee, my child!" the Abbess said,
“They dare not tear thee from my hand,
To ride along with armed band."

“Nay, holy mother, nay.”
Fitz-Eustace said, "the lovely Clara
Will be in Lady Angus' care,

In Scotland while we stay;
And, when we move, an easy ride
Will bring us to the English side,
Female attendance to provide

Befitting Gloster's heir ;
Nor thinks, nor dreams, my noble lord,
By slightest look, or act, or word,

To harass Lady Clare.
Her faithful guardian he will be
Nor sue for slightest courtesy

That e'en to stranger falls,
Till he shall place her, safe and free,

Within her kinsman's halls.”_
He spoke, and blushed with earnest graces
His faith was painted on his face,

And Clare's worst fear relieved.
The Lady Abbess loud exclaimed
On Henry, and the Douglas blamed,

Entreated, threatened, grieved;
To martyr, saint, and prophet prayed..
Against Lord Marmion inveighed;
And called the Prioress to aid,
To curse with candle, bell, and book,
Her head the grave Cistercian shook:
“ The Douglas and the King,” she said,
“ In their commands will be obeyed;
Grieve not, nor dream that harm can får
The maiden in Tantallon hall.”

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The Abbess, seeing strife was vain,
Assumed her wonted state again

For much of state she had


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Composed her veil, and raised her head And "Bid,” in solemn voice she said,

“ Thy master, bold and bad,
The records of his house turn o'er,

And, when he shall there written see,
That one of his own ancestry

Drove the Monks forth of Coventry,
Bid him his fate explore!

Prancing in pride of earthly trust,
His charger hurled him to the dust,

And, by a base plebeian thrust,
He died his band before.

God judge 'twixt Marmion and me;

He is a chief of high degree, And I a poor recluse;

Yet oft, in holy writ, we see

Even such weak minister as me
May the oppressor bruise:
For thus, inspired, did Judith slay

The mighty in his sin,
And Jael thus, and Deborah,”-

Here hasty Blount broke in:
“ Fitz-Eustace, we must march our band;
St. Anton fire thee! wilt thou stand
All day, with bonnet in thy hand,

To hear the Lady preach?
By this good light! if thus we stay,
Lord Marmion, for our fond delay,

Will sharper sermon teach.
Come, don thy cap, and mount thy horso,
The Dame must patience take perforce,"


"Submit we then to force, said Clare;
“But let this barbarous lord despair

His purposed aim to win;
Let him take living, land, and life;
But to be Marmion's wedded wife

In me were deadly sin:
And it it be the king's decree,
That I must find no sanctuary,
Where even an homičice might come,

And safely rest his head,

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hough at its open portals stood,
Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood,

The kinsmen of the dead;
Yet one asylum is my own,

Against the dreaded hour;
A low, a silent, and a lone,

Where kings have little power,
One victim is before me there.
Mother, your blessing, and in prayer
Remember your unhappy Clare!”.
Loud weeps the Abbess, and bestows

Kind blessings many a one;
Weeping and wailing loud arose
Round patient Clare, the clamorous woes

Of every simple nun.
His eyes the gentle Eustace dried,
And scarce rude Blount the sight could bide.

Then took the squire her rein,
And gently led away her steed,
And, by each courteous word and deed,
To cheer her strove in vain.

But scant three miles the band had rode,

When o'er a height they passed,
And, sudden, close before them showed

His towers, Tantallon vast:
Broad, massive, high, and stretching far,
And held impregnable in war.
On a projecting rock they rose,
And round three sides the ocean flows;
The fourth did battled walls enclose,

And double mound and fosse.
By narrow draw-bridge, outworks strong,
Through studded gates, an entrance long,

To the main court they cross.
It was a wide and stately square;
Around were lodgings, fit and fair,

And towers of various form,
Which on the court projected far,
And broke its lines quadrangular.
Here was square keep, there turret high,
Or pinnacle that sought the sky,
Whence oft the Warder could descry

The gathering ocean storm.

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