n is magic, to divide
Such hearts, so constant, and so fearless.
Be happy, as you have been true,
For Cleena's blessing rests on you;
And joy, and wealth, and power, shall give,
As long as upon earth you live."

THE FALSE FONTANLEE.

BY WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE.

Alas, that knight of noble birth
Should ever fall from fitting worth!
Alas, that guilty treachery
Should stain the blood of Fontanlee!

The king hath lent a listening ear,
And blacker grew his face to hear:
"By Cross," he cried, "if thou speak right,
The Fontanlee is a traitor knight!"

Outstepped Sir Robert of Fontanlee,
A young knight and a fair to see;
Outstepped Sir Stephen of Fontanlee.
Sir Robert's second brother was he;
Outstepped Sir John of Fontanlee,
He was the youngest of the three.

There are three gloves on the oaken boards,
And three white hands on their hilted swords:
"On horse or foot, by day or night,
We stand to do our father right."

The Baron Tranmere hath bent his knee,
And gathered him up the gages three:
"Ye are young knights, and loyal, I wis,
And ye know not how false your father is.

"Put on, put on your armour bright;
And God in heaven help the right!"
"God help the right!" the sons replied;
And straightway on their armour did.

The Baron Tranmere hath mounted his horse,
And ridden him down the battle-course;
The young Sir Robert lifted his eyes,
Looked fairly up in the open skies:

"If my father was true in deed and in word,
Fight, O God, with my righteous sword;
If my father was false in deed or in word,
Let me lie at length on the battle-sward!"

The Baron Tranmere hath turned his horse,
And ridden him down the battle-course;
Sir Robert's visor is crushed and marred,
And he lies his length on the battle-sward.

Sir Stephen's was an angry blade--
I scarce may speak the words he said:
"Though Heaven itself were false," cried he,