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3o8 SUL-MJLLA OF LUAIGN.
Nor unconcerned heard Sul-malla, the praise of Cathmor of
shields. He was within her soul, like a fire in secret heath, which
awakes at the voice of the blast, and sends its beam abroad.
Amidst the song removed the daughter of kiilgs, like the soft
sound of a summer-breeze ; when it lifts the heads of flowers, and
curls the lakes and streams.
- By night came a dream to Ossian ; without form stood the
shadow of Trenmor. He seemed to strike the dim shield, on
Selma's streamy rock. I rose, in my rattling steel 5 I knew that
war was near. Before the winds our Sails were spread ; when
Lumon shewed its streams to the morn.
Come from the watching of night, Malvina, lonely beam !
CATH-