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92 C O M A L A:
FiXGAL.
Raise, ye bards of the fong, the wars of the flreamy Carun.
Caracul has fled from my arms along the fields of his pride. He
fcts far diftant like a meteor that inclofes a fpirit of night, when
the winds drive it over the heath, and the dark woods are gleam-
ing around.
I HEARD a voice like the breeze of my hills. Is it the huntrefs
of Galmal, the white-handed daughter of Sarno ? Look from thy
rocks *, my love ; and let me hear the voice of Comala.
Coma LA.
TxVKE me to the cave of thy reft, O lovely fon of death !
FiNGAL.
Come to the cave of my reft. The ftorm Is over -f-, and the fun
is on our fields. Come to the cave of my reft, huntrefs of ec-
choing Cona.
Comal A.
He is returned with his fame ; I feel the right hand of his battles.
But I muft reft befide the rock till my foul fettle from fear. —
Let the harp be near ; and raife the fong, ye daughters of Morni.
Dersagrena.
Comala has flain three deer on Ardven, and the fire afcends oo
the rock ; go to the feaft of Comala, king of the woody Morven !
* O my dove i/.'at art in the clefts of the + The winter is paft, the rain is over
rock, in the fecretp^ca of the ftairf, let me and ^one.
fee thy countenance, let me hear thy voice. Solomon's Song.
Solomon's Song.
Fingal.