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funk in thy heart, O Arindel my Ion !
for Earch the traitor thou diedft. What
is thy grief, O Daura, when round
thy feet is poured thy brother's blood !
The boat is broken in twain by the
waves. Armor plunges into the fea, to
refcue his Daura or die. Sudden a blaft
from the hill comes over the waves.
He funk, and he rofe no more.
Alone, on the fea-beat rock, my
daughter was heard to complain. Fre-
quent and loud were her cries ; nor
could her father relieve her. All
night I ftood on the fhore. All night I
heard her cries. Loud was the wind ;
and the rain beat hard on the fide of the
mountain. Before morning appeared,
her voice was weak. It died away, like
the evening-breeze among the grafs of
the rocks. Spent with grief fhe expired.
O lay me foon by her fide.
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