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A DRAMATIC POEM. 47
COMALA.
O Carun * of the streams ! why do I behold
thy waters rolling in blood ? Has the noise of
the battle been heard ? and sleeps the king of
Morven ? Rise, moon, thou daughter of the
sky ! look from between thy clouds ; rise that I
may behold the gleam of his steel, on the field of
his promise. Or rather let the meteor, that lights
our fathers through the night, come, with its red
beam, to sheAv me the way to my fallen hero.
Who will defend me from sorrow ? Who from
the love of Hidallan ? Long shall Comala look
before she can behold Fingal in the midst of his
host ; bright as the coming forth of the morning,
in the cloud of an early shower.
HIDALLAN *.
Dwell, thou mist of gloomy Crona, dwell on
* Carun, or Cara'on, a winding river. — This river re-
tains still the name of Carron, and falls into the Forth,
some miles to the north of Falkirk.
Gentesque alias cum pelleret armis
Sedibus, aut victas vilem servaret in usum
Servitii, hie contenta suos defendere fines
Roma securigeris pratendit moenia Scotis :
Hie spe progressus posita, Caronis ad undam
Terminus Ausonii signat divortia regni. buchanan.
Hidallan was sent by Fingal to give notice to Co-