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he vale with loud applauses rang,The Ladies' Rock sent back the clang.The King, with look unmoved, bestowedA purse well filled with pieces broad.Indignant smiled the Douglas proud,And threw the gold among the crowd,Who now with anxious wonder scan,And sharper glance, the dark gray man;Till whispers rose among the throng,That heart so free, and hand so strong,Must to the Douglas blood belong.The old men marked and shook the head,To see his hair with silver spread,And winked aside, and told each sonOf feats upon the English done,Ere Douglas of the stalwart handWas exiled from his native land.The women praised his stately form,Though wrecked by many a winter's storm;The youth with awe and wonder sawHis strength surpassing Nature's law.Thus judged, as is their wont, the crowdTill murmurs rose to clamours loud.But not a glance from that proud ringOf peers who circled round the KingWith Douglas held communion kind,Or called the banished man to mind;No, not from those who at the chaseOnce held his side the honoured place,Begirt his board, and in the fieldFound safety underneath his shield;For he whom royal eyes disown,When was his form to courtiers known!
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