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THE
WAR OF INIS-THONA :
A POEM.
vJuR youth is like the dream of the hunter oa
the hill of heath. He sleeps in the mild beams
of the sun ; he awakes amidst a storm ; the red
lightning flies around : trees shake their heads to
the wind ! He looks back with joy, on the day
of the sun ; and the pleasant dreams of his rest !
When shall Ossian's youth return ? When his
ear delight in the sound of arms ? When shall I,
like Oscar, travel in the light of my steel ? Come,
■with your streams, ye hills of Cona ! listen to
the voice of Ossian. The song rises, like the sun,
in my soul. I feel the joys of other times !
I behold thy towers, O Selma ! the oaks of
thy shaded wall : thy streams sound in my ear;