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SS9 TEMORA, BOOK VII.
" O' tfuusgan an duibhre dhuibh,
" 'Nuair a tliogas ceo mum chomhnuidhfdn 185
*' Air hona, nan iomadh smth.
" 'Nuair isfadda o m similean thu, sheoid,
" Buail copan namfuaim ard.
" P'dlidh solas do ni anam, 's e 'n ceo,
" 'S mi g aomadh air carraig learn fein. I90
" Ach mo thuit thu, marri coigiich ata mi;
" Thigeadh do ghuth o neoil,
" Gu oigh Inisuaine, 's ifann,"
" Qg-g'^i^"^ Lumoin anfheoir,
" C" uime dh' aomadh tu 'n strachda nan sian, 195
" Duhh thaomadh air aghaidh nan sliahh ?
MR MACPHERSON S
" from the skirts of the evening mist, when it is rolled
" around me, on Lona of the streams. While yet thou
" art distant far, Cathmor, strike the shield, that joy may
" return to my darkened soul, as I lean on the mossy
" rock J but, if thou shouldst fall, I am in a land of

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