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56 F I N G A L, B. III.
cloud ; turn his dark fnips from tlie rock, thou ri-
der of the ftorm !
Such were the words of Cuchjdlin at the found
nf the mountain-ftream, when Cahner alcended the
hill, the wounded fon of Matha. From the field
he came in his blood. He leaned on his bending
fpcar. Feeble is the arm oi battle ! but llrong th3
foul of the hero !
Welcome ! O fon of Matha, faid Connal, wel-
come art thou to thy friends ! Why burils that bro-
ken figh from the breafl: of him that never feared
before r
And never, Connal, will he fear, chief of the
pointed liecl. My foul brightens in danger, and
exults in the noife of battle. I am of the race of
Ueel ; my fathers never feared.
CoRMAR was the firll: of my race. He fported
through the ftorms of the waves. His black ficift'
bounded on ocean, and travelled on the wings of
the hiaft. A fpirit once embroiled the nighh Sens
fwell and rocks refound. Winds drive along the
clouds. The lightning flies on wings of fire. He
feared and came to land : then bluflied that he feared
at all. He ruOied again among the waves to find
the fon of the wind. Three youths guide the
bounding bark ; he ftood with the fword unflieath-
ed. When the low-hung vapour pafled, he took
it by the curling head, and fearched its dark womb
H-ith his {feel. The fon of the wind forfook the air.
The moon and ftars returned.
Such Vvas the boldnefs of my race ; and Calmar
is like his fathers. Danger flies from the uplifted
fword They beft fuccccd who dare.
But, now, ye fons of green-valleycd F.rin, re-
tire fpern Lena's bloody heath. Collt6l the faid
remnant
pofedin ihofe limes to rule ilie florms, and to tranfport
ihcmftives i.n a gutl of v.'ijid from one country to ^nc-
thcr.