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Book V. A^j E P I C P O E M. ici
bending oak. The tumbling of a ftream is near
the king. l\£ lifts, at times, his gleaming fpear.
It Is a flame to his people, in the midft of war.
Near him ftands the daughter of Con-mor, lean-
ing on a rock. She did not rejoice at theftrife.
Her foul delighted not in blood. A valley *
fpreads green behind the hill, with its three blue
ftreams. The fun is there in filence. The dun
mountain-roes come down. On thefe are turned
the eyes of Sul-malla in her thoughtful mood.
FixGAL beholds Cathmor, on high, the fon
of Borbar-duthul ! he beholds the deep-rolling of
Erin, on the darkened plain. He ftrikes that warn-
ing bofs, which bids the people to obey ; when
he fends his chiefs before them, to the field of
renown. Wide rife their fpears to the fun.
TJieir ecchoing Ibields reply around. Fear, like
a vapour, winds not among thehoft : for he, the.
•KING, is near, the llrength of ftreamy Selma.
Gladnefs brightens the hero. We hear his words
with joy.
" Like the coming forth of winds. Is the
found of Selma's fons ! They are mountain
waters, determined in their courfc. Hence li
• It was to this valley Sul-malla retired, during the laft and
decifive battle between Fingal and Cathmor. It is defcribcd
in the feventh bookj where it is called the vale of Lona, and
the refidence of a Druid.
H 3 Fingal