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268 TIGHMORA. [Duax III.
That floated in song on the wind.
Even so shall be heard by a tree,
In some narrow glen of lone hills, 485
The whispers of spring by its side,
When its leaves burst about its head,
Opening to the rays of the sun,
And waving its branches alone,
While the mountain-bee hums around. 490
The hunter with joy sees it waving
Among the withered and bald rocks.
In the distance young Fillan stood,
With his helmet on the ground gleaming,
And his black locks loose round his head ; 495
Clatho's son was a beam of light.
He heard the king's voice with delight ;
The brave hero leaned on his spear.
" Noble son," said Fionngal of cars,
" I have seen thy great deeds in battle ; 500
My spirit had joy unalloyed ;
The fame of our fathers, I said,
Breaks forth from the heaven of clouds.
Son of Clatho, valiant art thou,
But rash in the wars of the hills. 505
Have thy heroes always behind thee ;
They're thy strength on the floors of glens.
Not so did I ever proceed,
Though I never had fear of foes.
Thou wilt thus be long time renowned, 510
And see the aged's dust and graves.
Remembrance of the fallen returns,
The high deeds of years that have been,