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Duan YIIL] TIGHMORA. 343
A beam of light to unborn time ;
I travelled abroad in my steel
To save the weak o'ercome in arms. 15
Kindling up in his own vast fame, 425
'Neath Lubar's sounding oak on the mount,
The king quickly stretched his great steps
O'er a pouring, roaring great stream
That rolled down from the hill in light.
Small green fields lay 'neath sloping hills, 430
The sweet sound of springs came from rocks,
Where the host's great banner was spread,
Which streamed on the cold mountain-wind.
'Twas the youthful king's guiding sign
From the wooded slopes of lone glens. 435
The heavens broke bright in the west,
From the sky looked the lowering sun ;
The chief saw the host on the hill,
Heard the voice of joy round his steps
Loud-breaking and spreading around ; 440
A bright gleam ascended from steel.
Piare gladness seized the king's great heart,
Like a hunter in his green glen,
After showers abate in the wood ;
A grey rock on the mountain shines, 445
A green thorn in the pass of cairns
Shakes its tops in the languid breeze ;
The deer from their pasture look down.
Grey o'er at the soft moss of caves,
( Haonmal under age bent his head ; 450
Without sight were his eyes in mist ;
The great bard on his staff was wailing.