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Brief time before tlie war began.
415 Hither at times will ascend on high
The A'oiee of Ca-mor to Sulvalla's ear :
Her soul is dark and desolate ; "
She poured her cold words on the wind.
" Gone from me are the pleasing dreams ;
420 "Wounded and pained they have left my soul
No voice of chase shall I hear on the Ben ;
I am hidden in the skirt of war.
I look downwards from my clouds;
No ray of light is on my steps.
425 I behold the hero falling ;
The king of the great shield rises ;
He who wins victory in danger —
Selma's lord of spears and cleaving blows.
Spirit of Con-mor, which left us in gloom,
430 Do thy footsteps travel the wind ?
Wilt thou at times to us come down
To the stormy and troubled earth '?
Mighty father of mom-nful Sulvalla,
Surely thou wilt come, thou prince ;
435 I have heard thy word in the storm of night
When I started for Erin of shields-
Fair isle of hundred shining streams.
Our fathers' spirits come in voice
Her soliloquy
on considering
her situation.
Slie frn'esees
tlie fall of
Ca-mor under
Fingal's
sword ;
and she
entreats tlie
spirit of her
father to eome
and take her
to his own
abode.
my path. I beliold my warrior low, for tlie broad-shielded king is
near — he that overcomes in danger — Fingal from Selma of spears !
Spirit of departed Conmor ! are thy steps on the bosom of winds Ì
Come.st thou at times to other lands, father of sad Sul-maUa Ì Thou
dost come ! I have lieard thy voice at night, while yet I rose on
the wave to Erin of the streams. The ghosts of fathers, they say,