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A POEM. 141
heat. — Colda long was fad. All day, through Etha's woody banks,
he fbrayed alone. All night the liftenlng fea-fowl, with his moan
on the Ihore, were fad. — But the foe came, and the ihield of Tren-
nior was ftruck. Colda lifted the fpear, and they were vanquifli-
ed. His joy, by degrees, returned ; like the fun, when the ftorni
on the heath is pad. He purfued again the brown deer of Etha,
and heard his fame in the fong of the bards."
I REMEMBER, faid Dargo, the chief. Like the faint traces of
a dream that is long fince pad, his memory travels acrofs my foul.
Often he led my infant flops to the done on the banks of Etha.
The tear, as he leaned on its gray mofs, would fall from hisgrief-
r^d eye : he would wipe it away with his fnowy locks. When I
would afk him why he wept? — " Yes," he wovild reply, " it is here
Minvela lleeps." And when I would bid him cut me a bow ; " It is,"
he would fay, " the tomb of my love indeed. O let it be thy havint,
when thou Ihalt hereafter purfue the chace, and red at noon till the
warm beam is over !" — And often I did fit,0 Colda, over her tomb
and thine, while I gave thy fame to the mournful fong. O that
my renown, like thine, might furvive, when I myfelf am high,
on thefe clouds, with Crimora !
And thy fame fliall remain, faid Comhal. — But fee thefe fliields,
rolling like moons in mid. Their bodes glitter to the fird gray
beams of the morning. The people of Lochlin are there ; and the
walls of Innisfail tremble before them. The king looks out at his
window ; and, through the dimnefs of his tears, beholds a gray
cloud. Two drops fall on the done on which he leans; he perceives
that our fails are the gray cloud. The tear of joy darts into his eye,
" Comlial, he cries, is near !"
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