The mistress of the mansion came, Mature of age, a graceful dame, Whose easy step and stately port Had well become a princely court, To whom, though more than kindred knew, Young Ellen gave a mother's due.

Meet welcome to her guest she made, And every courteous rite was paid That hospitality could claim, Though all unasked his birth and name.

Such then the reverence to a guest, That fellest foe might join the feast, And from his deadliest foeman's door Unquestioned turn the banquet o'er At length his rank the stranger names, 'The Knight of Snowdoun, James Fitz-James;Lord of a barren heritage, Which his brave sires, from age to age, By their good swords had held with toil;His sire had fallen in such turmoil, And he, God wot, was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand.

This morning with Lord Moray's train He chased a stalwart stag in vain, Outstripped his comrades, missed the deer, Lost his good steed, and wandered here.'