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B. III. An EPIC POEM. ^,9
The battle is over, fa id the king, and 1 behold
the blood of my friends. Sad is the heath of Le-
na; and mournful the oaks of Cromla : the hun-
ters have fallen there in their flrength; and the
Ton of Semo is no more. — Ryno and Fill an, my
Tons, found the horn of Fingal's war. Afcend
that hill on the fhore, and call the children of the
foe. Call them from the grave of Lamdarg, the
chief of other times.
Be your voice like that of your father, v/hen he
enters the battles of his flrength. I v/ait for the
dark mighty man; I wait on Lena's fhore for Swa-
ran. And let him come with all his race ; for ftrong
in biutle are the friends of the dead.
Fair Ryno flew like lightning; dark Fillan as
the fhade of autumn. On L/Cna's heath their
voice is heard; the fons of ocean heard the horn
of Fingal's war. As the roaring eddy of ocean
returning from the kingdom of fnows; fo ffrong,
Jo dark, fo fudden came down the fons of Loch-
I in. The -king in their front appears in the dif-
mal pride of his arms. Wrath burns in his dark-
brown face : and his eyes roll in the fire of his
valour.
FiNGAL beheld the fon of Starno; and he re-
membred Agandecca. — For Swaran with the tears
of youth had mourned his white-bofomed fifler.
He fent Ullin of the fongs to bid him to the feaft
of (hells. For pieafant on Fingal's foul returned
the remembrance of the firft of his loves.
Ullin came with aged fteps, and fpoke to
Starno's fon. O thou that dwelleil afar, furround-
ed, like a rock, with thy waves, come to the fe aft
of the king, and pafs the day in reft. To-mor-
rovv' let us tight, O Swaran, and break the echo-
ing fhields. ^
Tg>-DAY, faid Starno's wrathful fon, we break
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