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14 FINGAL.
So sang- they, yet thro' all their lays,
Well did the minstrel skill
The young joy-loving Veivion's praise,
Contrive to mingle still.
Nor wanted aught of grace, the while
The beauty-beaming maid
With bended eye, with sunbright smile,
To own the tribute paid.
Yes, that sweet smile, and that sweet eye,
To many a bosom stole.
And many a lowly-breathed sigh
Spake many a vanquished soul.
Bright were the wings of ev'ry hour,
Whose prismal tints, that happy day.
Reflected joy's unclouded ray.
And sweet the bloom of ev'ry flower,
That pleasure cuU'd in am'rous play,
At lovely Veivion's feet to lay ;