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lovely daughter of Colla. " Thou art a pillar
of light to Dar-thuhi. The joy of her eyes is in
Etha's chief. Where is my friend, but Nathos ?
I\Iy father, my brother is fallen ! Silence dwells
on Selania. Sadness spreads on the blue streams
of my land. JMy friends have fallen, with Cor-
mac. The mighty were slain in the battles of
Erin. Hear, son of Usnoth ! hear, O Nathos !
my tale of grief.
" Evening darkened on tlie plain. The blue
streams failed before mine eyes. The unfrequent
blast came rustling, in the tops of Selama's
groves. ]My seat was beneath a tree, on the
walls of my fathers. Truthil past before my
soul : the brother of my love ; He that was ab-
sent in battle, against the haughty Cairbar !
Bending on his spear, the grey-haired CoUa came.
His downcast face is dark, and sorrow dwells in
his soul. His sword is on the side of the hero :
the helmet of his fathers on his head. The bat-
tle grows in his breast. He strives to hide the
tear."
" Dar-thula, my daughter," he said, " thou
art the last of Colla's race ! Truthil is lalien in
battle. The chief of Seiama is no more ! Cair-
h'dv comes, with his thousands, towards Selama's