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Graeme like a tree, by wind o'erthrown,
fell breathleſs on the clay,
And down beſide him ſunk the Roſs,
who faint and dying lay.
The ſad Matilda ſaw him fall;
O ſpare his life ſhe cried;
Lord Buchan's daughter craves his life,
It her not be deny'd.
Her well known voice the hero heard,
and rais'd his death closed eyes,
Then fix'd them on the weeping maid,
and weakly thus replied:
In vain Matilda begs a life,
by death's arrest denied,
My race is run. Adieu my love,
then cloſed his eyes, and died.
The ſword yet warm from his left ſide,
with frantic hand ſhe drew,
I come, sir James the Roſs, ſhe cries
I come to follow you.
She lean'd the hilt against the ground,
and bared her ſnowy breaſt
Then fell upon her lover's face,
and ſun to endleſs reſt.
Th(illegible text) this fatal tragedy,
let parent warning take
And ne'er entice their children dear
their ſacred vows to break.
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