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THE SONGS OF SELMA. 251
the hum of their coune is on the held. What dofl
thou behold, fair light ? But thou doft finile and
depart. The waves come with joy around thee,
and bathe thy lovely hair. Farewel, thou filent
beam ! Let the light of Offian's foul arife.
And it does arife in its ftrength ! I behold my
departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as
in the days that are pafl-. Fingal comes like a watry
column of mift : his heroes are around. And fee
the bards of the fong, gray-haired UUin j llatcly
Ryno ; Alpin, ^ with the tuneful voice, and the
foft complaint of Minona ! How are ye changed,
my friends, iince the days of Selma's feaft ! when
•we contended, like the gales of the fpring, that,
flying over the hill, by turns bend the feebly whir-
ling grafs.
Minona then came forth in her beauty ; with
down-caft look and tearful eye ; her hair flew {low-
ly on the blaft that ruflied unfrequent from the
hill. The fouls of the heroes were hd when flie
raifed the tuneful voice ; for often had they fcen
the grave of Salgar, "» and the dark dwelling of
white-bofomed Colma. '^ Colma left alone on the
hill, with all her voice of mufic ! Salgar promifed
to come : but the night defcended round. Hear
the voice of Colma, when fhe fat alone on the hill !
I i 2 Co/ma.