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tiie abode of my friends ? Life your heads, ye gray mofTy flones ;
lift your heads, and tell whofe memory you preferve. Why ihrink
you in your mofs, forgetful of the mighty below yovi ? — But I will
not forget you, companions of ray youth. Your fame fliall re-
main in my fong, when thefe mouldering flones flaall fail. — Often
did we fliine togetlier in fleel, and pour death on fields, like roaring
flreams. Mighty were ye then, my friends, thovigh now fo low '
Mighty were your deeds when you flrove together here. Liflen
to the tale, fon of youth, and let thy foul be kindled to deeds of
fame.
Gaul * and Garno were the terrors of the plain : their fame
was in the land of flrangers. The (Irength of their arms was un-
matched, and their fouls were fleel. They came to the aid of Mo-
ran. They went to the hall of the chief, where it lifts its gray head,
in the midft of trees, in the green ifle of Innifluina. — The daugh-
ter of Moran feized the harp, and her voice of mufic prailcd the
flrangers. Their fouls melted at the fong, like a wreatli ■of fnow
before the eye of the fun. The heroes burned with equal love to
Anuir ; but it was on Gaul alone that flie rolled her blue eye. Her
foul beheld him in the dreams of her reft ; and the ftreams of In-
nifluina heard, in fecret, his name. — The daughter of Moran turned
away her eye from the brow of Garno ; for fhe often fliw die fire
of his wrath arife, like a dark flame when clouds of fiuoke fur-
round it.
Three days the heroes feafted. On the fourth they purfued the
chafe on the heath of Luina. The maid followed at a diflance, like
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* Who this Gaul was is not certain, the poem of Gaul the fon of Morni, and
He is probably the fame with him who beginning with
fpeaksjn that dialogue often foifled into a rigiibhin is binne ceol,
Glaaij gn nakU 'e na gabh bron, ftc.