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1 6 CATH-LODA.
" He drew an arrow from his side ! He fell pale, in a
land unknown. His soul came forth to his fathers, to
their stormy isle. There they pursued boars of mist,
along the skirts of winds. The chiefs stood silent around,
as the stones of Loda, on their hill. The traveller sees
them, through the twilight, from his lonely path. He
thinks them the ghost of the aged, forming future wars.
<; Night came down, on U-thorno. Still stood the
chiefs in their grief. The blast whistled, by turns,
through every warrior's hair. Fingal, at length, broke
forth from the thoughts of his soul. He called Ullin of
harps, and bade the song to rise. " No falling fire, that
is only seen, and then retires in night ; no departing
meteor was he that is laid so low. He was like the
strong-beaming sun, long rejoicing on his hill. Call the
names of his fathers, from their dwellings old ! "
I-thorno,* said the bard, that risest midst ridgy seas !
Why is thy head so gloomy, in the ocean's mist ? From
thy vales came forth a race, fearless as thy strong-winged
eagles; the race of Colgorm of iron shields, dwellers of
Loda's hall.
In Tormoth's resounding isle, arose Lurthan, streamy
hill. It bent its woody head over a silent vale. There,
at foamy Cruruth's source, dwelt Rurmar, hunter of
boars ! His daughter was fair as a sunbeam, white-
bosomed Strina-dona !
* This episode is in the original, extremely beautiful. It is
set to that wild kind of music, which some of the Highlanders
distinguish, by the title of Fon Qimarra, or, the Song of
mermaids.