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fupply her love. I feel them full within, and thou, my love, muft
drink. For my fake thou mufb live, and not fall here adeep.' —
He rofe : his flrength returned : tlie wind retired : they reached
I-dronlo. Often did my father lead me to Crifollis' tomb, as he
told the lovely tale. ' Evirchoraa,' he faid, ' let thy love to thy
fpoufe be fuch, when the days of thy youth ihall come,' And it is
fuch, O Gaul ; thefe brealls will fvipply, this night, thy foul. To-
morrow we fhall be fafe on the fliore of Strumon.
" Loveliest of thy race," faid Gaul, " retire thou to Strumon's
fliore ; let no beam of light find thee in Ifrona. Retire in thy fliifF
with Ogal: why fhould he fall like a tender flower, which the
warrior, unfeeling, lops off with the end of his fpear ; himfelf of
no fon the father. He lops it off, with all its drops of dew ; as,
carelefs, he walks along, humming the fong of the ci-uel. Retire,
and leave me in Ifrona ; for my flrength, like the ftream of fum-
mer, is failed : I wither like the green herb before the blaft of win-
ter. No friendly beam of the fun, no returning fpring fhall revive
me. — Bid the warriors of Morven bring me to their land : but no,
the light of my fame is clouded. Let them only raife my tomb be-
neath this tall tree. The flranger will fee it as he looks around him
from his watery courfe. Sighing, he will fhake his head, and fay,
There is all that remains of the mighty !"
" And here too fhall be all that remains of the fair; fori will fleep
in the fame tomb with my love. Our narrow bed fhall be the fame
in death; our ghofts in the folds of the fame gray cloud fhall be
joined. The virgins of Morven will mark, through moon-beams,
our fteps, and fay, * Behold, they are lovely.' Yes, traveller of the
watery