第92章 XXI.

Who meets them at the churchyard gate?

The messenger of fear and fate!

Haste in his hurried accent lies, And grief is swimming in his eyes.

All dripping from the recent flood, Panting and travel-soiled he stood, The fatal sign of fire and sword Held forth, and spoke the appointed word:

'The muster-place is Lanrick mead;

Speed forth the signal! Norman, speed!'

And must he change so soon the hand Just linked to his by holy band, For the fell Cross of blood and brand?

And must the day so blithe that rose, And promised rapture in the close, Before its setting hour, divide The bridegroom from the plighted bride?

O fatal doom'--it must! it must!

Clan-Alpine's cause, her Chieftain's trust, Her summons dread, brook no delay;Stretch to the race,--away! away!