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A POEM. i8i
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like the mill of fhowers, when the fun is dim in his cloud, and the
valley of ftreams is filent. A roe bounds on the heath ; he fleals
below them towards a fmall ftream. His brown fides, at times'
appear thro' the green rank ferns. — ' Colgar, give me that bow; I
have learnt to pierce the deer.' — He gave the bow. She drew the
firing. Colgar fell. — She returned to Lara, and the foul of her fa-
ther was glad. The evening of his life was like the departure of
the fun on the mountam of fpring ; like the leaf of autumn, when
it drops in the filent vale. The days oi Morala on the hills were
many ; in death fhe refled, in peace, with her father. Over Lara
of ftreams there bends an oak. Below it are two beds. One,
Ural, is thine; and thine, daughter of the bow, is the other befide
if*."
1 WENT with Gormallon to the lliore. Below its rocks we found
a youth. His arm, ifFuing from the light mail, refted on a broken
harp, and the ftaff of a fpear is befide him. The moon, rifing like
a half fliield, looked through the beard of the rock on his bended
head. In the midll of his grief it waved from fide to fide, like a
pine in the figh of winds.
Who is this, faid Gormallon, that dwells lonely in the midfl
of night ? Art tliou of the hofl of Dorla ; or from the halls of
Conar ?
I AM, (replied the youth, trembhng as the leaf in the blaft, as
the grafs in the ftream of winds,) I am of the bards who lived in
Conar's halls. Dorla heard my fong, and fpared me. Hereafter I
may
* The bards always adapted the fub- of Conar, was what gave rife to tliis, the
je£t of their fongs to the fituation of their happy end of which would give the old
hearers. The refemblance between the man fome gleam of comfort,
cafe of Ural's daughter and the daughter ^ * Goj-