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Am E P' I C poem. 57
the bounding hind. Your fathers rejoice from their clouds, fons of
flrcamy Cona.
Such was the nightly • voice of bards, on. Mora of the hinds.
A liame rofe, from an hundred oaks, which winds had torn from
Cormul's fleep. The feaft is fpread in the midft : around fat the
gleaming chiefs. Fingal Is there in his ftrength ; the eagle-wing *
of his helmet founds : the ruftling blafts of the weft, unequal
rufhed thro' night. Long looked the king ia filence round : at
length, his words were heard.
My foul feels a want In our joy. I behold a breach among my
friends. — The head of one tree is low : the fqually wind pours in
on Selma. — Where is the chief of Dun-lora ? Ought he to be
forgot at the feaft ? When did he forget the ftranger, in the
midft of his echoing hall ? — Ye are filent in my prefence ! — =Con-
nal is then no more. — Joy meet thee, O warrior, like a ftream of
light. Swift be thy courfe to thy fathers, in the folds of the
mountain-winds. — Offian, thy foul is fire : kindle the memory of
the king. Awake the battles of Connal, when firft he fhone in
war. The locks of Connal were grey ; his days of youth -f- were
mixed
* From this, anJ fevcral other pafTages, f After the death of Comhal, and dur-
jn this poem, it appears, that the kings of ing the ufurpation of the tribe of Morni,
Morven and Ireland had a plume of eagle's fingal was educated in private by Duth-
feathers, by way of ornament, in their hel- caron. It was then he contrafled that
mets. It was from this diftinguifhed mark intimacy, with Connal the fon of Duth-ca-
that Oflian knew Catlimor, in the fecond ron, which occafions his regretting fo much
booki which cuftom, probably, he had his fall. When Fingal was grown up, he
borrowed, from the former monarchs of foon reduced the tribe of Morni ; and, as
Ireland, of the race of the Gael or Cale- it appears from thfe fubfequent epifode, fent "
donians, Duth-caron and his fon Connal to the aid
I of