Chapter 65 No.65

Now back they wend their watery way,

565 And, "O my sire!" did Ellen say,

"Why urge thy chase so far astray?

And why so late returned? And why"-

The rest was in her speaking eye.

"My child, the chase I follow far,

570 'Tis mimicry of noble war;

And with that gallant pastime reft

Were all of Douglas I have left.

I met youn