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piteous figh on the wind ! The dark wo\md is ftill in his breaft,
and the half-viewlefs deer is befide him ? Who is it but the ghoft
of the fairefl Morglan, king of the flreamy Shglas ? — He came
with tlie foe of Morven, and purfued the deer of our land. His
love was with him ; the fair-haired, white-handed, daughter of
Sora. Morglan had gone to the hill : Minona ftaid in the booth.
The thick mift defcends. Night comes on, with all its clotids.
The torrent roars in its fall. Ghofls fliriek along its hollow-
founding courfe. Minona looks for her love. She half-efpies a
deer, flow-moving in the mountain rnift. Her hand of fnow is on
the bow. She draws the firing. The arrow flies. Oh ! that it
had erred farther from the mark. The deer is borne by her Mor-
glan. The arrow is found in his youthful breaft !
" We reared the hero's tomb on the hill, and placed the arrow and
the horn of the deer in his darkly lilent houfe. There, too, his
bounding dog was laid, to purfue the airy deer. — Minona would
fleep with her love. But we fent her home to her land ; where fhe,
long, was fad. But her grief wafled away with the flream of years ;
and fhe now rejoices with Sora's maids, though, at times, her fighs
are heard. — Who bends from his airy cloud ? who pours his figh
on the wind ? The dark wound is ftill in his breaft, and the half-
viewlcfs deer is befide him."
Day came to Innisfail, with its gray-dark light. Take, Ullin,
thy fliip, faid Comhal, and bring Crimoina to her land j that, iu
the midfl of her friends, Ihe may again rejoice, like the moon
when
Ach phill i, le bron, dk tir. Tha i 'nois fubhacH k oigli'ean Sliora,
Hu trom a iiriK, 's bu chian : Miir cluinntear a bron air iiairibh.— •
Ach fiulh bhliadnuidh chaith air falbh e. Co fo tuirling, &c.