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6 TEP.ioRA : Beck VI I L
hz I He fhuns the race of Bol^a, who dwell
in his father's hall. Tell him, that Fingal
lifts the fpear, and that his foes, perhaps,
may fail.''
*' Lift tip, O Gaul, tijc Ihield before
him. Stretch, Dermid, Temora^s fpear.
Be thy voice in his ear, O Carril, with the
deeds of his fathers. Lend him to green
Moi-lena, to the dufky field of p^hofts •, for
there, I fall forward, in battle, in the folds
of war. Before dun night defcends, come
to high. Dunmora's top. Look, from the
grey fkirts of mitl:, on Lena of the ftreamso
\i there my ftandard fiiall float on wind,
over Lubar's gleaming dream, then has not
Fingal failed in the lail of his fields."
Such were his words ; nor aught replied
the filent, finding kings. They looked
fide-long on Erin's hofl, and darkened, as
they went. Never before had they left the
king, in the midil of the flormy Held. Be-
hind them, touching at times his harp, the
grey-haired Carril moved. He forefaw
the fall of the people, and mournful was
the found ! It was like a breeze that comes,
by fits, over Lego's reedy;l^ke 5 when i\.te'^
half-defcends on the hunter, within his
mofly cave.
" Why bends the bard of Cona," faid
Fingal, " over his fecret (Ireara ? Is this a
time for forrow, father of Icv.-laid Ofcar