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Booi VT. AN EPIC POEM. 69
feafl of fliells ; that our fouls iTiay rejoice after dau'i^cr?
and our friends delight in our prefence."
We fat, we feafted, and we fimg. The foul of Cu-
chullin rofe. The ftrength of his arm returned ; and
gladnefs brightened on his face. Ullin gave the fong-,
and Carril raifed the voice. I often joined the bards,
and fung of battles of the fpear. Battles J where I often
fought ; but now I fight no more. The fame .of my
former ac5llons is ceafed ; and I fit forloni at the tombs
of my friends.
Thus they paiTed the night in the fong ; and brought
back the morning with joy. Fingal arofe on tlie heathy
and Ihook his ghttering fpear. He moved firlt toward
tlie plains of Lena, and v/e followed like' a ridge of fire.
** Spread the fail," faid the king of Morven, " and
catch the winds that pour from Lena." We rofe 011
the wave with fongs, and rulhed, with joy, tlirough the
ibam of the oce^n.

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