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my eagle from the field of foes ! For this white-
bosomed Lanul shall brighten at her streams ;
Candoiia shall rejoice as he wanders in Crath-
mo's fields.'
' Colgorm,' replied the chief, * was the first
of my race in Albion; Colgonn, the rider of
ocean ; through its watery vales. He slew his
brother in I-tlionio:* he left the land of his
fathers. He chose his place in silence, by rocky
Crathino- cranio. His race came forth in their
years ; they came forth to war, but they always
fell. The wound of my fathers is mine, king of
echoing isles !
He drew an arrow from his side ! He fell
pale, in a land unknown. His soul came forth
to his fathers, to their stormy isle. There they
pursued boars of mist, along the skirts of winds.
The chiefs stood silent around, as the stones of
Loda, on their hill. The traveller sees them,
through the twilight, from his lonely path. He
thinks them the ghosts of the aged, forming
future wars.
Night came down on U-thorno- Still stood
the chiefs in their grief. The blast whistled,
by turns, through every warrior's hair. Fingal,
at length, broke forth from, the thoughts of his
soul. He called Ullin of harps, and bade the
song to rise. ' No falling fire, that is only seen,
and then retires in night ; no departing meteor
was he that is laid so low. He was like the
strong. beaming sun, long rejoicing on his hilL
Call the names of his fathers from their dwell-
ings old !'
I-thorno, said the bard, that risest midst
ridgy seas ! Why is thy head so gloomy in the
ocean's mist ? From thy vales came forth a race,
fearless as thy strong-winged eagles : the race
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