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CAHKIC THI'KA. 229
od in the ball. The voice of Ulliii was heard ;
the harp of Selma was strung. Utha rejoiced
in his presence, and demanded the song of
giief ; the big tear huiii^f in her eye when :he
soft Crimora spoke. Crimora, the daughter of
Rinval, who dwelt at Lotha's roaring stream !
The tale was lung, but lovely ; and pleased the
blushing Utha.
Criviuui. Who cometh from the hill, like a
cloud tinged with the beam of the west ?
Whose voice is that» loud as the wind, but
pleasant as the harp of Carril ? It is my love in
the light of steel ; but sad is his darkened brow !
Live the mighty race of Fingal ? or what dark-
ens Connal's soul ?
Coiinal. They live. They return from th»
chase like a stream of light. The sun is on
their shields. Like a ridge of fire they descend
the hill. Loud is the voice of the youth ! the
war, my love, is near ! To morrow the dreadful
Dargo comes to trv the force of oui' race. The
race of Fingal he defies ; the race of battles and
wounds !
Crimora. Coiinal, 1 saw his sails like gray
mist on the dark-brown wave. They slowly
came to land- Connal, many are the warriors
of Dargo.
("ojuial. Bring me thy father's shield, the
bossy iron shield of Rinval ! that shield like the
full -orbed moon, when she moves darkened
through heaven.
Crimora. That shield I bring, O Connal !
but it did not defend my father. By the spear
of Gormar he fell. Thou may'stfall, O Connal !
Connal. Fall I may I but raise my tomb, Cri-
mora ! Gray stones, a mound of earth, shall send
my name to other times. Bend thy red eye
over my grave, beat thy mournful heaving bieaot.
Though fair tliou art, my love, us the iigiit