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152 FINGAL canto
The hills, the vales, the mountains round
Caught, ai)d loud thundVing swell'd the sound
It ceas'd ; then kneeling spake Fingal.
'* Son of the mighty, at thy feet
Behold," he said, " aloud doth call
The guilt of blood for judgment meet;
Waiting the sentence of thine ire.
There lie the murd'rers of thy sire."
Then spake the youthful king and said,
" 111 omen to the land 'twould be.
If our first act were blood to shed ;
Yet may the guilty not go free."
" The royal will Fingal makes known,"
The chief then shouted, " Innismone,
Hold thou these captives in thy barge
With strictest watch, in sternest charge,

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