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VI.
'<CON of the noble Fingal, Ofciaris
Prince of men ! what tears run down,
•the cheeks of age? what fhades thy
mighty foul ?
Memory, fon of Alpin, memory
'•wounds the aged. Of former times are
-^my thoughts -, my thoughts are of the
noble Fingal. The race of the king
-leturn into my mind, and wound me
with rem e mi bra nee.
One day, returned from the fport of
the mountains, from purfuing the fons
.of the hill, we covered this heath with
our youth. Fingal the mighty was
here, and Ofcur, my fon, great in war.
Fair on our fight from the lea, at once,
n virgin came. Her bread was like
, the fnow of one night. lier cheek l^ike
the

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