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ven Is returned, the fign of war Is heard. Go
to the halls of Strumon , and bring his arms
to Morni. Bring the arms which my father
•wore In his age *, for my arm begins to fail.
Take thou thy armour, o Gaul; and rufh to
the tirft of thy battles. Let thine arm reach to
the renown of thy fathers. Be thy courfe in
the field, like the eagle's wing. Why fhouldft
thou fear death, my ion! the valiant fall with
fame; their ihields turn the dark flreaiii of dan-
ger av/ay , and renown dwells on their gray
hairs. Doft thou not fee , o Gaul , how the
fleps of my age are honoured? Morni moves
forth , and the young meet him , with reveren-
ce , and turn their eyes, with (ilent joy, on his
courfe. But I never fled from danger, my fon 1
my fword lightened through the darknefs of
battle. The ftranger melted before me; the
mighty were blafled in my prefence,
Gaul brought the arms to Morni: the aged
warrior covered himfelf with fleel. He took
the fpear in his hand, which was often ftalned
with the blood of the valiant. He came to-
wards Fingal , his fon attended his (teps. The
fon of Comhal rejoiced over the warrior , when
he came in the locks of his age.
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