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FINGAI- 357
as he places his sword by his side The dagger
glittered in his hand, he whistled as he went.
* Gelchossa saw the silent chief, as u wreath
of mist ascending the hill. She struck her white
and heaving breast ; and silent, tearful, feared for
Lamderg- " Cairbar, hoary chief of shells," said
the maid of the tender hand, " I must bend the
bow on Cromla, I see the dark-brown hinds. '
She hasted up the hill. In vain ! the gloomy
heroes fought. Why should I tell to Selma's kir.g
how wrathful heroes fight ? Fierce Ullin fell.
Young Lamderg came, all pale, to the daughter
of generous Tuathai ! " What blood, my love,"
she trembling said, "what blood runs down my
warrior's side ?" "It is Ullin's blood,'' the chief
replied, " thou fairer than the snow ! Gelchossa,
let me rest here a little while." The mighty
Lamderg died ! " And sleepe?tthou so soon on
earth, O chief of shady Tura ?" Three days she
mourned beside her love. The hunters found her
cold. They raised this tomb above the three.
Thy son, Oking of Morven, may rest here with
heroes !'
' And here my son shall rest,' said Fingal.
' The voice of their fame is in mine ears. Fil-
lan and Fergus, bring hither Orla, the pale
youth of the stream of Lota ! not imequalled
.shall Ryno lie in earth, when Orla is by his side.
Weep, ye daughters of Morven ! ye maids ol
the strefsmy Lota, weep ! Like a tree they grew
on the hills. They have fallen like the oak of
the desert, when it lies across a stream, and
withers in the wind. Oscar, chief of every
youth, thou seest how they have fallen. Be thou
like them on earth renowned. Like them the
song of bards. Terrible were their forms in
battle ; but calm was Ryno in the days of peace.
He was like the bow of the shower seen far dis-
tant on the stream, when the sun is setting on