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'An cadal air sliabh nam fear :
455 Gluaisidh re mar chearcal dubli
Thar a clieann an aisling nan cruth ;
Thig sinne suas 'n a shealladh f;ioiu,
A' cur a chuimhne air an raou.
C'uim a thiouudaidh's tu clio dorcli',
460 'Mhic Borbair nan colg fiar ? "
" 'An dì-cbuiudm', 'mbie Fhionugbail nan lann,
Cha bhi sinne a' suàmh nan gaoth,
Ar gniomhan 'an dealradh nach gann
Eoimh sliùilibh nam bard a cbaoidh.
465 Tha diibhra duljh mu Atha fein ;
Tha righ 'bu treun gun dan, gun f honn.
Bha dealra glan a' briseadh riamh
Do Chathmor o 'chiar inntinn,
Mar vè 'us i 'coimhead o nial
470 'Measg thorrunn dubh-ruadli na h-oidhche."
" 'Mhic Eirinn," fhreagair mi fein,
" Cha-n'eil m' f hearg 'dol 'u a dheigh gu hir ;
Ghluais mo ghamhhxs mar iolair nan s})eur
naimhdean fo bhcud 'us smiiir ;
475 Cluinnear leis na bàird le fonn ;
Biodh solas air sonn 's a' ghaoith."
traveller come and bend here, perhaps, in rest. When the darkened
moon is rolled over his head, our shadowy forms may come, and,
mixing witli his dreams, remind him of this jdace. But why turn-
est thou so dark away, son of Borbar-duthul ] "
" Not forgot, son of Fingal, shall we ascend tliese winds. Our
deeds are streams of light before the eyes of bards. But darkness