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72 F I N G A L, Book V.
Who comes with the locks of age? It is the Ion of the fongs. Hail,
Carril of other times, thy voice is like the harp in the halls of Tura.
Thy words are pleafant as the fliower that falls on the fields of tlie
fun. Carril of the times of old, why comeft thou from the fon of
the generous Semo ?
Ossi AN king of iVords, replied the bard, thou befl: raifeft the fong.
Long haft thou been known to Carril, thou ruler of battles. Often
have I touched the harp to lovely Evirallin. Thou too haft often
accompanied my voice in Branno's hall of generous ihells. And
often, amidft our voices, was heard the mildeft Evirallin. One day
fhe fung of Cormac's fall, the youth that died for her love. I faw
the tears on her cheek, and on thine, thou chief of men. Her foul
was touched for the unhappy, though ftie loved him not. How fair
among a thoufand maids was the daughter of the generous Branno !
Bring not, Carril, I replied, bring not her memory to my mind.
My foul muft melt at the remembrance. My eyes muft have their
tears. Pale in the earth is fhe the foftly-bluftiing fair of my love.
But fit thou on the heath, O Bard, and let us hear thy voice. It
is pleafant as the gale of fpring that fighs on the hunter's ear ; when
he wakens from dreams of joy, and has heard the mufic of the fpi-
rits * of the hill.
* Others more mild What could It lefs when fpirits immortal
Retreated in a filent valley, fing fing ?
With notes angelical. Sufpended hell, and took with raviftiment
——The harmony, The thronging audience. Milton.
FINGAL,