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A POEM. 165
went to the hall of his fliells, where the arms of his fathers hung.
But the arms were gone, and aged Lamhor * fat in tears.
Whence are the arms of fteel, fiid the rifing Lamhor? The
light of the fpear has long been abfent from Tura's dufky walls. —
Come ye from the rolling fea ? Or from Temora's -j- mournful halls ?
We come from the fea, I faid, from Ufnoth's rifing towers. We
are the fons of Slis-sama ij], the daughter of car-borne Semo. Where
is Tura's chief, {on of the filent hall ? But why fhould Nathos
afk ? for I behold thy tears. How did the mighty fall, fon of the
lonely Tura ?
He fell not, Lamhor replied, like the filent ftar of night, when
it flioots through darknefs and is no more. But he was like a me-
teor that falls in a diftant land ; death attends its green courfe, and
itfelf is the fign of wars. Mournful are the banks of Lego, and
the roar of ftreamy Lara ! There the hero fell, fon of the noble
Ufnoth.
And the hero fell in the midft of flaughter, I faid with a burfting
figh. His hand was flrong in battle ; and death was behind his
fword. — We came to Lego's mournful banks. We found his rifing
tomb. His conpanions in battle are there ; his bards of many fongs.
Three days we mourned over the hero : on the fourth, I ftruck the
fhield of Caithbat. The heroes gathered around with joy, and fliook
their beamy Ipears.
* Lamh-mhor, mighty hand. mac, who was murdered there by Cairbar
+ Temora was the royal palace of the who afurped his throne,
fupreme kings of Ireland. It is here called J Slis-feamha, y^^< *<»/3ot. She w.is the
mournful, on account of the death of Cor- wife of Ufnoth and daughter of Semo the
I chief of the ijle ofmijl,
COLATH