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52 F I N G A L, Book IV.
I CALLED him like a dillant ftream. My ion return over Lena.
No further purfue the foe, though Offian is behind thee. He
came ; and lovely in my ear was Ofcar's founding lleel. Why didlt
thou flop my hand, he faid, till death had covered all .'' For dark
and dreadful by the ftream they met thy fon and Fillan. They
watched the terrors of the night. Our fwords have conquered
fome. But as the winds of night pour the ocean over the white
fands of Mora, fo dark advance the fons of Lochlin over Lena's
ruftling heath. The ghofts of night fliriek afar ; and I have feen
the meteors of death. Let me awake the king of Morven, he
that fmiles in danger ; for he is like the fun of heaven that rifes in
a ftorm.
Fin GAL had ftarted from a dream, and leaned on Trenmor's
fhield ; the dark-brown fhield of his fathers i which they had lifted
of old in the battles of their race.
My hero had feen in his reft the mournful form of Agandecca ;
rtie came from the way of the ocean, and llowly, lonely, moved over
Lena. Her face was pale like the mift of Cromlaj and dark were
the tears of her cheek. She often raifed her dim hand from her
robe ; her robe which was of the clouds of the defart : Ihe raifed her
dim hand over Fingal, and turned away her filent eyes.
Why weeps the daughter of Starno, faid Fingal, with a figh ?
Why is thy face fo pale, thou daughter of the clouds .-'
She departed on the wind of Lena; and left him in the midft of
the night. She mourned tlie fons of her people that were to fall
by Fingal's hand.
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