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SooK VII. An epic P O E M. 147
danger, O maid, is the feafon of my foul; for
then it fwells, a mighty flream, and rolls me on
the foe."
*' Beneath the mofs-covered rock of Lona,
near his own loud ftream ; grey in his locks of
age, dwells Clonmal '"^ king of harps. Above
him is his ecclioing tree, and the dun bounding
of roes. The noife of our ftrlfe reaches his
ear, as he bends in the thoughts of years. There
let thy reft be, Sul-malla, until our battle ceafe.
Until I return, in my arms, from the ikirts of
the evening mift, that riles, on Lona, round
the dwelling of my love."
A LIGHT fell on the foul of the maid ; it rofe
kindled before tlie king. She turned her face to
Cathmor, from amidft her waving locks. " Soon-
er Ihall the eagle of heaven be torn, from the
ftream of his roaring wind, wlicn he fees the
dun prey, before him, the young fons of the
bounding roe, than thou, O Cathmor, be turned
from the ftrifc of renown. Soon may I fee
thee, warrior, from the fkirts of the evening
* Claon-mal, crooked eye- bronu. From the retired life of this
perfon, is infinuated, that he was of the order of the Druids;
which fuppofuion is not, at all, invalidated by the appella-
tion oi king of harps, here beftowed on him ; for all agree that
the bards were of the number of the Druids originally.
L 2 mift.