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toRunma and die fon of Lamor: Fermor and thefcout of night he
left to defend them.
We brought Sulmina over the waves in Ronnan's fhip; and
here we raifed, amid fighs, her gray (lone. Here too refts the
youthful Ronnan, whofe arm was once fa ftrong, whofe form was
once fo fair. His days were fad and few, on the hill ; he did not
long furvive his beloved. Under that mofs-clad ftone he was laid,
where grows the ruftling grafs. He refts befide his Sulmina. One
lone thiftle bends between their two gray (tones its head, and
fheds on either fide its aged beard. Often when I fit here to the
glimmering light of the moon, I fee the faint forms of the two on
its watery beams. I take my harp, and fing their praife. Glad, they
depart on the wing of winds.
Why art thou fo filent, fon of Arar, when die children of fame
are around thee ?
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