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162 FINGAL.
" Strange story waits," he said, " thine ear.
Now sweet one, smile in beauty's pride ;
That robe of sorrow cast aside,
Waste not that precious pearly tear. —
Thy chariot stays to bear thee home. —
How bright ascends Carthollan's dome."
She cast aside the robe of woe,
Delight beam'd sparkling from her eye,
And o'er her cheek th' illum'ning glow
Of joy shed beauty's brilliant dye. —
She turn'd t' ascend the seat of war,
The battle- throne of kings.
" For thee," he said, " more suited car
The grateful Feargus brings."
A beauteous car for her he brought
Of iv'ry, fashioned as a throne,

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