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CANTO V. FINGAL. 125
Exclaim the chiefs, " we to the plain,
But not to strengthen Tarah's line ;
A lovelier cause our swords maintain —
Sweet princess of Emania — thine."
So spake the chiefs ; the vassals flew.
Sprang to their boat each gallant crew ;
The white sails glitter to the moon,
The foam flies sparkling from the oar,
'Ere night had glided to her noon,
Deep slumb'rj silence wrapt Lough More,
Save when the watch word, loud and shrill,
Awoke wild echo from the hill.
END OP CANTO V.

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