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AX EPIC POEM. i$
in peace, tliou beam of light ! The gloomy chief
of Sora will fly, if Fingal's arm is like his soul.
In some lone cave I might conceal thee, daugh-
ter of the sea ! But Fingal never (lies. Where
the danger threatens, I rejoice in the storm of
spears." I saw the tears upon her cheek. I pi-
tied Craca's fair. Now, like a dreadful wave
afar, appeared the ship of stormy Borbar. His
masts high-bended over the sea, behind their
sheets of snow. White roll the waters on either
side. The strength of ocean sounds. " Come
thou," I said, " from the roar of ocean, thou
rider of the storm ! Partake the feast within my
hall. It is the house of strangers."
The maid stood trembling by my side. He
drew the bow. She fell. *• Unerring is thy hand,"
I said, *' but feeble was the foe!" We fought,
nor weak the strife of death ! He sunk beneath
my sword. We laid them in two tombs of stone;
the hapless lovers of youth ! Such have I beeu
in ray youth, O Oscar I be thou like the age of
Fingal. Never search thou for battle ; nor shun
it when it comes.
" Fillan and Oscar of the dark-brown hair I
ye, that are swift in the race ! fly over the heath
in my presence. View the sons of Lochlin. Far