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116 FINGAL. CAM
Thej now are in the lofty hall
Where princely guests are wond'ring seen ;
Awe-struck, in silence gazing aH,
Upon the stranger's haggard mien,
And oft a start of sorrow wild,
Like lightning shot athwart his brow.
And his sunk eye in horror smil'd.
As tho' he swore some murd'rous vow ;
And oft his glance of gloomy ire
He roU'd around with dark'ning scowl ;
Save his stern front, and eye of fire.
His face was wrapt in priestly cowl.
Before him when young Feargus stood,
And claim'd the notice of his eye,
He bar'd a dagger stain'd with blood ;
His heart-groan sunk into a sigh.
" Art thou," he said, " the foundling-boy
Whose helpless infancy was thrown