The Douglas, who had bent his way
From Cambus-Kenneth's abbey gray,
535 Now, as he climbed the rocky shelf,
Held sad communion with himself:
"Yes! all is true my fears could frame;
A prisoner lies the noble Graeme,
And fiery Roderick soon will feel
540 The vengeance of the royal steel.
I, only I, can ward their fate-
God
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