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FINGAL. 113
Who haply then, when thou with smile
The weary dost from pain beguile ;
Far from thy view, on foreign strand,
Luird by the wint'ry storm to rest.
May want a stranger's pitying hand
To bear hira to earth's shelt'ring breast.
Farewell, sweet lady ; o'er thy head
May ev'ry moment's magic flight
The balmy dews of pleasure shed,
And give thy bosom new delight.
Farewell, a long, a last farewell.
And thou, oh lovely stream that roves
Thro' Clonra's soft and silent dell,
Farewell, with all thy shadowy groves.
Farewell ye woods, farewell ye bowers,
Ye witnesses of blissful hours;
And Veivion, thou, farewell once more,
Thou precious gem of Innis Store.

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