XIII.

And here two days did Marmion rest, With every rite that honour claims, Attended as the king’s own guest;— Such the command of royal James, Who marshalled then his land’s array, Upon the Borough Moor that lay. Perchance he would not foeman’s eye Upon his gathering host should pry, Till full prepared was every band To march against the English land. Here while they dwelt, did Lindesay’s wit Oft cheer the baron’s moodier fit; And, in his turn, he knew to prize Lord Marmion’s powerful mind, and wise— Trained in the lore of Rome and Greece, And policies of war and peace.