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I WENT, and liflened to the fong of wo ; my tears flowed, in
Tilence, over the dream.
" Forlorn and dark is my dwelHng in the florm of night *. No
friendly voice is heard, fave the cry of the owl from the cleft of
her rock. No bard is nigh in my lonely cave, to deceive the te-
dious night. — But night and day are the fame to me ; no beam of
the fun travels here in my darkly dwelling. I fee not his yellow
hair in the eaft ; nor, in the weft, the red beam of his parting. I fee
not the moon, failing through pale clouds, in her brightnefs ; nor
trembling, through trees, on the blue face of the ftream. No warm
beam from either vihts the cave of Conar. O that I had fallen in
theftrife of Dorla ; that the tomb had received my Minla ! Then had
the fame of Duthona paflfed away, like autumn's filent beam, when
it moves over the brown fields between the fhadows of mift.
The children under Duthrona's oak feel it warm, and blefs the
beam. It is over ; they bend their bows, and forget it. — Forget me
alfo, children of my people, if Dorla does not meet you, like the
blafting wind of the froft, when the rofe-buds of the wood are ten-
der. O that I had met death before you ; when I ftrode with
Fingal before the ftrength of Swaran ! Then my tomb might rife
before the king, and my fame be fung by the voice of OiTian. The
bards of the dlftant years, fitting around che winter-flame, would
fay, when the feaft was over, ' Liften to the fong of Conar.' —
But now my fame fhall not be heard ; my tomb fliall not be
known. The ftranger ftumbles on a gray flone in Duthona. Its
head is covered with the rank, whifthng grafs. He turns it away
Z with
This fong of Conar has in the Ori- Is <loracha 'fan doirinn mo cho'nnidh !
ginal an air of melancholy extremely Gun ghuth am choir ach ian tiamhaidh;
f„;f.l l» . .-L r r-' Threig am Bard :—tha'n oidliche mall:
fuuable to the occaGon of ,t. os oidhche gach U dhamhfa, .^-c. ■