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25 FINGAL:
** My ghoft, O Conuai, is on my native hills j
but my corfe is on the fands of UUin. Thou fhalt
never talk with CrugaJ, or find his lone fteps in
the heath. I am light as the blafl: of Cromla, and
I move like the fhadow of mift. Connal, fon of
Colgar,'' I fee the dark cloud of death: it hovers
over the plains of Leno- The fons of green Erin
fhall fall. Remove from the field of ghofts," Like
the darkened moon*^ he retired, in the midfi: of the
whiftling blaft.
<' Stay," faid the mighty Connal, *' ftay niy
dark-red friend. Lay by that beam of heaven, fori
of the windy Cromla. What cave of the hill is
thy lonely houfe ,? What green-headed hill is the
place of thy reft ? Shall we not hear thee in the
ftorm? In the noife of the mountain ftream? When
the feeble fons of the wind come forth, and ride
on the blaft of the defart."
The foft-voiced Connal rofe in the midft of hi*
founding arms. He ftruck his fhield above Cu-
chullin. The fon of battle waked.
" Why," faid the ruler of the car, " comes Con=
sial through the night ? My fpear might turn a-
gainft the found ? and Cuchullin mourn the death
of his friend. Speak, Connal, fon of Colgar, fpeak,
thy-counfel is like the fon of heaven."
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