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war, Connal her much beloved. She
drew the flrini^ on Dar2;o ; but errins:
pierced her CoiinaL He falls like an
oak on the plain ^ like a rock from the
fliaggy hill. What fliall llie . do, hap-
lefs maid !— He bleeds i her Connal dies» .
All the nightlong Ihe cries, and all the
day, O Connal, my love, and mv
friend 1. With gri^f . the fad mourner:
died, .
Earth here inciofeth the lovelieft
pair on the hill. The grafs grows be-
twxen the ftones of their tomb ; J fit in >
the mournfiil fliade. llie-wind fighs
through the grafs; and their memory
rufhes on my mind. Undiflurbed you ■
now deep together ; in the tomb of the
mountain you reft alone,
D^ VLL

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