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A POEM. 69
9iiy power. His battle is around Carric-tiiura ;
and he will prevail ! Fly to tliy land, son of Com-
Ijal^ or feel my flaming wrath !
He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He benf
forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing,
drew his sword, the blade of dark brown Luno *.
The gleaming path of the steel winds through
the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into
air, like a column of smoke, which the statT of
the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extin-
guished furnace.
The spirit of Loda shrieked, as, rolled into
"himself, he rose on the wind. Inistore shook at
the sound. The waves heard it on the deep.
They stopped, in their course, with fear: the
friends of Fingal started, at once ;. and took their
heavy spears. They missed the king : they rose
in rage ; all their arms resound !
The moon came forth in the east. Fingal re-
turned in the gleam of his arms. The joy of his
youth was great, their souls settled, as a sea from
a storm. Ullin raised the song; of dadness. The
*Tlic famous sword of Fingal, m^de by Lun, or Luao,
a sraith of Lochlin.