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the fun, when he looks through a thin watery cloud, he fmiles in
the hour of danger. Who rolls before him the florm of battle,
and thunders through its wide-flvirted fields? — Hark! his voice is
the found of waves in a florm ; his fteps like the fliattered rocks,
when hills fliake their lieads on the heath of the defart. — It is Gaul
of the fair hair and mild look; the fon of Ardan of renowned
deeds : the chief is mighty, bitt lovely. — O why was the name of
Duaran ever heard, or the maid of Luina ever loved ? Why
fought two fuch friends in daiknefs?- — Like angry ghofts in a
ftorm, ye fought ; like two green oaks, laid low by the ftorm of
angry ghofts, ye fell.— The traveller .paffed by in the ni^ht ; he
faw them raife their lofty heads in the plain. ' Fair trees,' he
faid, ' your growth is itately, and yoiir leaf, on the bank of your
own blue stream, is lovely !'— But lie returns in the morning, and
finds their green heads low ; he fees their roots torn frcflTi the
earth, and their branches in the foam of the ftream. — The tear
ftarts into his eye. * Each of us,' lie fays, "* will one day fall be-
fore the floarm.'
" Low are your heads beneath the ftorm of night, ye warriors
■who were lately fo brav^ ! And pale is thy beauty, lovely Annir,
in the place of thy filent repofe ! Mark, O maids of Morven's
flreams, the day whereon the lovers fell. Let it be a day of fad-
nefs on LuLna. Let no youth, on that day,..purfue the dark- brown
deer.
" O Garno, wan^ior bold ! Gaul, thou lovely hero ! and Annir,
fair and unhappy ! — Whether you ride on the filent clovids, or turn
the courfe of the tempefl ; whether you reft in the peaceful halls
of your fathers j vifit the cloud-robed hills of Morven, or haunt
the