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war, Connal her much beloved. STie
drew the ilruig on Dargo ; but erring
pierced her Connal. He falls like an
oak on the plain ; like a rock from the
fhaggy hill. What Ihall (lie do, hap-
lefs maid 1— He bleeds ;*her Connal dieSa
All the night long Ihe cries, and all the
day, O Connal, my love, and my
friend! With grief . the fad mourner
died.
Earth here inclofeth the lovelieft
pair on the hill, llie grafs grows be-
tween the ftones of their tomb ; I fit in
the mournful fhade. The wind fighs
through the grafs; and their memory
rufhes on my mind. . Undifturbed you;
now fleep together ; in the tomb of the
mountain you reft alone.
D^^ VL'

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