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A POEM. *9
TOSCAR.
Cutliona fhall return to her peace : to
the towers of generous Conlath. He is the
friend of Toicar ! I have feafted in his
halls ! Rife, ye gentle breezes of Erin.
Stretch my fails towards Mora's (hores. Cu-
thona fhall reft on Mora ; but the days o£
Tofcar muft be fad. I Ihall fit in my cave
ill the field of the fun. The blaft will rullle
in ray trees. I lliall think it is Cuthona's
voice. But flie is diftant far, in the halls
01 the mighty Conlath 1
CUTHOXA,
Ha ! VVhat cloud is that ? It carries the
ghoitsof vny fathers. I fee the {kirts of their
robes, like grey and watry mift. When
fiiall 1 fail, O Rumsr ? Sad Cuthona fore-
fees her death. Will not Conlath behold
me, before I enter the narrow houfe * ?
OSSIAK.
He fliall behold thee, O maid I He comes
along the heaving fea. The death of Tof-
car t is dark on his fpear. A wound is in
his iide I He is pale at the cave of Thona.
He Ihows his ghaftly wound. Where art
thou with thy tears, Cuthona ? The chief
of Mora dies. The vlfion grows dim on
zny mind. I behold the chiefs no more I
But, O ye bards of future times, remem-
ber the fall of Conlath with tears. He fell
* The grave.
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