Allan, with wistful look the while,
Marked Roderick landing on the isle;
485 His master piteously he eyed.
Then gazed upon the Chieftain's pride,
Then dashed, with hasty hand, away
From his dimmed eye the gathering spray;
And Douglas, as his hand he laid
490 On Malcolm's shoulder, kindly said,
"Canst thou, young friend, no m
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