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Let them slowly dawn ou my dream,
In peace to gladden my soul.
" Fillan and browu-liaired Oscar,
Young Eyno of well-fleshed steel,"
195 Dauutlessly follow the hero,
Morni's sou, who is great in pursuit :
Let your brands be as his in the fray ;
Mark his valiant deeds in battle :
Let your friends be kept from harm on the hill ;
200 Be mindful of those who are gone.
My heroes true shall yet be seen.
After their fall in the war of Erin ;
(Their) pallid ghosts shall be seen on the cairns,
On the clouds and cold winds of Cona."
205 Like cloud in darkest frowning storm.
Fringed round with lightning flame.
And westward chased by the beams of morning.
The king of Selma took the mountain-pass.
Like spectre dread was the glare of (his) armour,
210 In his hand (were) two rough spears ;
His grey hair floated on the wind,
While intent he gazed on the fight.
Three minstrels followed the mighty chief,
on Cona's eddying winds!"
Now like a dark and stormy cloud, edged round with the red
lightning of heaven, flying westward from the morning's beam, the
king of Sekna removed. Terrible is the light of his ai'mour ; two
spears are in his hand. His grey hair falls on the wind. He often
looks back on the war. Tluee bards attend the son of fame to bear
He charges
his sons to
imitate the
prowess of
Gaul,
and with-
draws to the
hill, whence
he was to view
the battle.