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15 THE SONGS OF SELMA.
Tlirongh broken ciovids, moon, make tliy troubled way I
And thy pale face by intervals display !
Bring to my mem'ry that disnst'rons night,
When all my chil-Irrn fell in dreadful plight. 33i
With force united, picture to mv view
That night, wliich direful with its tempests blew:
When my lov'd Arindal the mighty dy'd
And, but in vain, the lovely Daura cry'd !
Daura, my daughter! thou wcrt to the sight .'M(!
Fair as the moon on Fura's hills of light;
White as the snow light-driven on the dale.
And soft and fragrant as the breathing gale.
Thy bow, Arindal, was not known to yield.
And thy dread spear was swift upon the field ; 3-ii*
Thy look, like mist upon the rolling bay.
Thy shield, like clouds upon a stormy day.
Armar, the warrior of renown, apply'd
For Daura's love : — nor was his suit deny'd.
He was not long deny'd his fav'rite one ; 350
And fortune on their friends' expectance shone.
Rut, Erath, Ogd:d's son, was niov'd with pain ;
For, by young Armar was his brother siain.
Fir'd with revenge, to gain his purpos'd aim,
He from the oceim, like a sailor, came. .Sjf)
The deep disguise the better to sustain,
Fair was his skiff upon tlie brinv m;.in.
His locks of age were albid as the snow,
And cahnly placid was his serious brow.