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41 FiNGAL : Booi IF,
Filhn. They watched the terrors of the night. Our
l\vovds have conquered feme. But as the wuids of night
pcr.r ',he ocean over the white fands of Mora, fo dark
advance the fons of Lochlin over Lena's ruftling heath.
The ghofts of night fhriek afar ; and I have icen the
meteors of death. Let me awake the king of iVIorvcn,
he that fmiles in danger ; for he is like the fun of hea-
ven that rifes in a ftorm."
Fingal had llarted from a dream, and leaned on Trcn-
mor's Ihield ; the dark-broMn fhield of his fathers ;
which they had lifted of old in the battles of their race.
The hero had feen in his reft the mournful form of Agan-
decca ; fhe came from the way of the ocean, and llow-
ly, lonely, moved over Lena. litr face was pale like
the mift of Cromla ; and dark were the tears of lier
cheek. She often raifed her dim liand from licr robe ;
her robe which was of the clouds of the dcfert : flie
raifed her dim hand over Fingal, and turned away her
iilent eyes.
« Why weeps the daughter of Starno," fald Fingal,
with a iigh ? " \Miy is thy face fo pale, thou daughter
of the clouds ?" She departed on the wind of Lena ;
and left him in the midll of the night. She mourn-
ed the fons of her people that were to fall by Fingal's
hand.
The hero ftarted from reft, and ftill beheld her in his
foul. The foimd of Ofcar's fteps approached. Tlie
king faw the gray Ihield on his fide. For the faint
beam of the morning came over the waters of Uilin.
" \Vh?A do the foes in their fear !" faid the rifing
king of Morven. " Or fiy tii^n- through ocean's foam,
or wait they the battle of ftetl ? But why flior.lil
Fingal aik ? I hear their voict on the early wind. Fly
over Lena's heath, O Ofcar, and awake cur friends to
battle."
The king ftood by the ftone of Lubar ; and thrice
raifed his terrible voice. The deer ftarted from the
fountains of Cromla : and all the rocks fnook on their
hills. Like the no.ife of 4 hundred nicuntain-ftreanis,