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Book VIII. A>7 E P I C P O E M. i6i
on Flngal's foul, agalnft the\hlefs of men. Ye
arc my rtrcngth in battle ; the kindling of my
joy in peace. My early voice has been a plea-
fant gale to your ears, when Fillan prepared the
bow. The fon of Fingal is not here, nor yet the
chace of the bounding roes. But why lliould
the breakers of lliields fland, darkened, far
away r"
Tall they flrode towards the king; they faw
him turned to Mora's wind. His tears came
down, for his blue-eyed fon, who ilept In the
cave of ftreams. Kut he brightened before them,
and fpokc to the broad-fhielded kings.
*'Crommal, with woody rocks, and mifty top,
the field of winds, pours forth, to the fight,
blue Lubar's fireamy roar. Behind it rolls
clear-winding Lavath, in the fiill vale of deer.
A cave is dark in a rock ; above it fl:rong-winged
eagles dwell j broad-headed oaks, before it,
found in Cluna's wind. Within, in his locks of
youth, is Ferad-artho *, blue-eyed king, the fon
of
* Ferad-artho was the fon of Cairbar Mac-Cormac king of
Ireland. He was the only one remaining of the race of Conar,
the fon of Trenmor, the firft Irilh monarch, according to
Odian. In order to make this parage thoroughly undcrllood,
it may not be improper to recapitulate fome part ef what has
been faid in preceding notes. Upon the death of Conar the
fon of Trenmor, his fjn Cormac fucceeded on the IrilTi throne.
Cormac reigned long. Inis children were, Cairbar, who fuc-
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