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102 T E M O R A: BookY.
Fingal renowned. Hence is his name in other
lands. He was not a lonely beam in danger ;
for your ftcps were always near ! But never was
Fingal a dreadful form, in your prefence,
darkened into wrath. My voice was no thun-
der to your ears. Mine eyes fent forth no death.
When the haughty appeared, I beheld them not.
They were forgot at my feafls. Like mift they
melted away. A young beam is before you !
Few are his paths to war ! They are few, but he
is valiant. Defend my dark-haired fon. Bring
Fillan back with joy. Hereafter he may ftand
alone. His form is like his fathers. His foul is
a flame af their fire. Son of car-borne Morni,
move behind the youth. Let thy voice reach
his ear, fron^ the fkirts of war. Not unobferved
rolls battle, Before thee, breaker of the Ihields !"
The king flrode, at once, away to Cormul's
lofty rock. Intermitting, darts the light, from
his fhield, as, flow the king of heroes moves.
Sidelong rolls his eye o'er the heath, as form-
ing advance the lines. Graceful, fly his half-
grey locks, round his kingly features, now
lightened with dreadful Joy. Wholly mighty is
the chief! Behind him dark and flow I moved.
Straight came forward theftrengthof Gaul. His
fliicld hung loofe on its thong. He fpoke, in haflc,
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