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CONN A L.
Bring me thy father's shield ; the bossy, iron
shield of Riiival ; tliat shield like the full-orbed
moon, uhcn she moves darkened through hea-
ven.
CRIMORA.
That shield I bring, O Connal ! but it did not
defend my father. By the spear of Gormal he
fell. Thou may'st fall, O Connal !
CONNAL.
Fall I may ! But raise my tomb, Crimora !
Grey stones, a mound of earth, shall send my
name to other times. Bend thy red eye over my
grave, beat thy mournful heaving breast. Though
fair thou art, my love, as the light ; more plea-
sant than the gale of the hill ; yet I Aviil not here
remain. Raise my tomb, Crimora !
CRIMORA.
Then give me those arms that gleam; that
^word, and that spear of steel. I shall meet Dar-
go with Connal, and aid him in the fight. Fare-
uel, ye rocks of Ardven ! ye deer, and ye streams
of the hill ! We shall return no more. Our
tombs are distant far !
And did they return no more? said Utha's
bursting sigh. Fell the mighty in battle, and