The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

CANTO FOURTH.
T!W PRoFEaor.
*THE rose is fairest when'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
Oh wilding rose, whom fancy thus endear,
I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,
Emblem of hope and love through future yearsl'
Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,
What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave.
ILI
Such fond conceit, half said, half sung,
Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue,
All while he stripped the wild-rose spray,
His axe and bow beside him lay,
For on a pass'twixt lake and wood,
A wakeful sentinel he stood.
Hark!-on the rock a footstep rung,
And instant to his arms he sprung.
"Stand, or thou diest! —What, Malise?-soon
Art thou returned from Braes of Doune.
By thy keen step and glance I know,
Thou bring'st us tidings of the foe."
(For while the fiery cross hied on,
On distant scout had Malise gone.)
"Where sleeps the Chief?" the henchman said.
"Apart, in yonder misty glade;
To his lone couch I'll be your guide."
Then called a slumberer by his side,
And stirred him with his slackened bow —
"Up, up, Glentarkin! rouse thee, hol