She could not utter the solemn Amen, that was repeated by every voice in the cave.
Her unhappy infatuation saw no higher power in this great preservation than the hand of the man she adored.

She felt that guilt was cherished in her heart; and she could not lift her eyes to join with those who, with the boldness of innocence, called on Heaven to attest the sanctity of their vows.
Sleep soon sealed every weary eye, excepting those of Wallace.

A racking anxiety respecting the fate of the other vessel, in which were the brave men of Bothwell, and his two dear friends, filled his mind with dreadful forebodings that they had not outlived the storm.
Sometimes, when wearied nature for a few minutes sunk into slumber, he would start, grief-struck, from the body of Edwin floating on the briny flood, and as he awoke, a cold despondence would tell him that his dream was, perhaps, too true.

"Oh! I love thee, Edwin!" exclaimed he to himself; "and if my devoted heart was to be separated from all but a patriot's love!-why did I think of loving thee ?-must thou, too, die, that Scotland may have no rival, that Wallace may feel himself quite alone!" Thus he sat musing, and listening, with many a sigh, to the yelling gusts of wind, and louder roaring of the water.

At last the former gradually subsided, and the latter, obeying the retreating ride, rolled away in hoarse murmurs.
Morning began to dawn, and spreading upon the mountains of the opposite shore, shed a soft light over their misty sides.