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Z5^^ The DEATH of ARTHO.
to me. I rufli back to thefield of death, and open my breafl to
fome feeble fleel. Then Colval I fliall fee again.
Ardar.
Blessed may you be, children of youth! lovely were your
fouls ; but why fo foon departed ? Happy the young who die in
the days of their joy. They feel not the burden of years ; they
fee not the days of trouble : Days in which the fun on the moun-
tains is dim ; and dark years creep flowly on the heath of mourn-
ing. Slow rolls the tide of years to me, O my fathers ! Why do
I wander on Ardlia when my race hath failed ? Come, ye fathers of
Ardar ! convey me to the place where the fons of my love repofe.
— Is that your voice I hear in the breeze ? — Yes, and I go in the
ruftling of your courfe : in 'the fold of your wandering blaft I go.
There Artho and Calmar I lliall fee again ; and fad and alone I
Ihall be no more.
ftream ; place the (hell, and my father's the hall where Oflian and Daol reft. The
fliieid, befide nie in my narrow houfe.— - evening of my life is come, and the bard
Open, open, ye ghofts of my fathers ! (hall no more be found in his place !"
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