Chapter 63 No.63

Delightful praise!-like summer rose,

515 That brighter in the dew-drop glows,

The bashful maiden's cheek appeared,

For Douglas spoke and Malcolm heard.

The flush of shame-faced joy to hide,

The hounds, the hawk, her cares divide;

520 The loved caresses of the maid

The dogs with crouch and whimper paid;

And, at her whistle, o