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23 CONLATH AN'D CUTHoXA : v
the deep. They feem to fear the blall. Go
view the fettling fea. Morning is grey on
our rocks. The fun will look, foon from
his eafl:, in all his pride of light i 1 lifted
up my fails, with joy, before the halls of
generous Ccnlath. IVJy courfe was by a de-
fert ifle : where Cuthona purfued the deer.
I faw her, like that beam of the fan that
iffues from the cloud. Her hair was on
her heaving breaft. She, bending forward,
drew the bow. Her white arm feeraed,
behind her, like the fnow of Cromla. Come
to my foul, I faid, huntrefs of the defert
ifle ! But ilie waftes her time in tears. She
thinks of the generous Conlath. Where can
I find thy peace, Cuthona, lovely maid I
Cuthona *.
A diftant fteep bends over the fea, with
aged trees and mofly rocks. The billow
Tolls at its feet. On its fide is the dwelling
of roes. The people call it Mora. There
the towers of my love arife. There Con-
lath looks over the fea for his only love.
The daughters of the chafe returned. He
beheld their downcaft eyes. '* Where is
the daughter of Rumar ?" But they anfwer-
ed not. My peace dwells on Mora, fon of
the diftant land.
* Cu-thona, t/jt mournful found of the ivaves, a poe-
tical name given her on account of her mournings to
the found of the waves; her name in tradition is
Gcrm-huil, ibe bluc-eycd i/:did.