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B. IV. An epic POEM. 49
Fingal afk? I hear dieir voice on the early wind. — ■
Fly over Lena's heath, O Ofcar, and awake our
friends to battle.
The king fiood by the flone of Lubar ; and
thrice reared hi? terrible voice. The deer flarted
from the fountains of Cromla ; and all the rocks
fhook on their hills. Like the noife of a hundred
mountain-ftreams, that burfl:, and roar, and fcam :
like the clouds that gather to a tempeft on the
blue face of the iky ; fo met the fons of the defart,
round the terrible voice of Fingal. For pleai'ant
was the voice of the king of Mt)rven to the vvar-
riors of his land : for often had he led them to
battle and returned with the fpoifs ot the foe.
Come to battle, faid the king, ye children of
the ftorm. Come to the death of thoufands.
Comhal's fon will fee the fight. — My fwoid fhall
wave on that hill, and be the Ihield of my people.
But never may you need it, warriors ; while the
fon of Morni fights, the chief of mighty men. —
He fhall Iciid my battle j that his fame may rife
in the fong.
O YE ghofls of heroes dead ! ye riders of the
fiorm of Cromla ! receive my falling people with
joy, and bring them to your hills. — And may the
biall: of Lena carry them over my feas, that they
may come to my filent dreams, and delight my
foul in refl:.
FiLLAN and Ofcar, of the dark-brown hair !
fair Ryno, with the pointed f^:eel ! advance with
valour to the fight ; and behold the fon of Morni.
Let your fwords be like his in the flrife; and be-
hold the deeds of his hands. Prote6i: the friends
of your father; and remember the chiefs of old.
My children, I will fee you yet, though here ye
iliould fall in Erin. Soon fhall our cold, paleghoils
meet in a cloud, and flv over the hills cf Cona.
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