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Hoist, thou hero, thy white sails
To the isle of spears which is under mist.
Behold Bragela bending there,
425 By the edge of the cairns in tears.
The wind is whispering through her heavy locks,
Eaising them off her smooth white breast,
As she harks to the night-sounds from the hill,
And the cheerful song of the rowers :
430 She thinks that she hears thy song.
And thy clear harp on the face of ocean."
DTJAN VI.
and counsels
him to sail to
the isle of
mist (Skye),
where his wife
Bragela await-
ed him.
" Long shall she listen in vain ;
I shall never return from the war.
Why should I see thee, sweet Bragela,
435 Heaving deep sighs for thy warrior ?
(And) thou, O king ! hast seen me conquer
In many perils of the sword and spear."
Cui-hnlliu an-
swers that she
would wait in
vain ; that he
uld never
return, as his
eturu would
bring only
grief to her.
" In conquest thou shalt yet be seen,"
Said Fingal of the generous shells ;
440 " Thy renown shall rise in rout (of foes).
Like an oak-tree on Cromla of hUls.
]\Iany a battle and conflict sharp
Await thee yet, thou hero.
And many a wound by thy hand on the Ben.
445 Oscar, lay the deer on the heather ;
Fingal de-"
clares that he
will yet be
victorious, as
of old,
How can I behold Bragela, to raise the sigh of her lireast ? Fiugal,
I was ahvaj's victorious in hattles of other spears ! " " And here-
after thou shalt he victorious," said Fingal of generous shells. " The
fame of CuthuUin shall grow like the branchy tree of Cromla.
Many battles await thee, O chief ! Many shall be the wounds of
thy hand ! Bring hither, Oscar, the deer ! Prepare the feast of
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