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Book VI. F I N G A L. 405
In Selma now no more the Harp is flrung,
The Voice of Mufic has been fllent long !
385 The Bard is with the great in Battle dead,
And all Renown has from our Mountains fled.
Mean Time the faffron Morn her Light difplays.
And Cromla glimmers to her early Rays :
When Lochlins King, impatient to return,
390 Bid them o'er Lena wind his bugle Horn.
The- Sons of Ocean, waken'd by the Sound,
Rife on the Heath ; and fllent gath'ring round,
Dejedled mount the Wave, and to the Gales,
That rufh from t////«, fpread their fnowy Sails.
395 Like Morve?h Mift their Veflels float away.
And mark with frothy Paths the rolling Sea,
As foon as Swaran\ Fleet had difappear'd.
The King of Morven to the Chace repair'd.
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