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An epic poem. 255
Nor did Oiiian forget the fpear, in the
wing of his war. He ftiewed the field witli
dead, Young Hidaiia came. Soft voice
of
Clonar.
"As the fpiric , Ceen in a dream , flies off from
our opcnixag eyes; we think, we behold his
bright path between the clofing hills : fo fled the
daughter of Cluugal, from the fight of Clonar
cf fhields. Arile , from the gathering of trees i
blue - eyed Tla - min , arife.
T L A M I N.
*'I turn me away from his fteps. Why fhould
he know of my love ! My white breaft is heavine^
over lighs, as foam on the dark courfe of ftreams. ^
But he pafTes away , in his arms! —
Son of Conglas , my foul is lad.
Clonar.
"It was the fhield of Fingal ! the voice of kin<»s
from Sehna of harps ! My path is towards
green Erin. Arife, fair light, from thy fhades..
Come to the field of my foul, there is the fpread-
ing of hofts. Arife , on Clonar's troublfrd
foul , young daughter of blue - fhielded Clun-
gal. "
Cluneal was the chief of I-mor , oiie of the
Hebrides,