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C O M A L A.
Dersagrena.
rHE chase is over. No noise on Ardven but the
torrent's roar! Daughter of Morni, come from
Nona's banks. Lay down the bow and talie the
larp. Let the night come on with songs, let our
oj be great on Ardven.
Melilcoma. Night comes apace, thou blue-eyed
naid! grey night grows dim along the plain. I saw
. deer at Crona's stream ; a mossy bank he seemed
hrough the gloom, but soon he bounded away. A
aeteor played round his brandling horns ! the awful
aces of other times looked from the clouds of Crona.
Dersagrena. These are the signs of Fingal's
leath. Tire king of shields is fallen I and Caracul
irevails. Rise, Comala, from thy rock ; daughtei
f Sarno, rise in tears ! The youth of thy love is
3w; his gliost is on our hills.
Melilcoma. There Comala sits forlorn! two grey
ogs near shake their rough ears, and catch the fly-
Qg breeze. Her red cheek rests upon her arm, the
lountain wind is in her hair. She turns her blue
yes towards the fields of his promise. Where art
hou, O Fingal ? the night is gathering around.
Comala. O Carun of the streams ! why do I be-
old thy waters rolling in blood ? Has the noise of
Ire battle been heard ; and sleeps the king of Mor-
en ? Rise, moon, thou daugliter of the sky ! look
■om between thy clouds, rise, that I may behold the
leam of his steel on the field of his promise. Or
ither let the meteor, that lights our fathers through
le night, come, with its red beam, to shew me the
'ay to my fallen hero. Who will defend me from
arrow ? Who from the love of Hidallan ? Long
liall Comala look before she can behold Fingal in
le midst of his host; bright as the coming fortli
f the morning in the cloud of an early shower.
Hidallan. Dwell, thou mist of gloomy Crona,