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his thoufands around him ? the fun-beam pours
its bright ftream before him ; and his hair meets
the wind of his hills. His face is fettled from
war. He is calm as the evening beam that looks,
from the cloud of the welf, on Cona's filent vale.
Who is it but ComhaPs fon *, the king of.
mighty deeds ! He beholds his hills with joy, and
bids a thoufand voices rife. — Ye have fled over
your fields, ye fons of the diftant land ! ']1ie
king of the v.'orld fits in his hall, and hears of his
people's flight. He lifts his red eye of pride, and
takes his father's fword. Ye have fled over your
fields, fons of tlie difl:ant land !
Such were the words of tlje bards, when they
came to Selma's halls. — A thoufand lights f from
the Granger's land rofe, in the midfl: ot tlie people!
The feail is fpread around ; and the night palTcd
away in joy. — Where is the noble Gltrsammor J,
faid the fair-hair'd Fingal ? Where is the compa-
nion of my father, in the days of my joy ? Sul-
len and dark he paffes his days in the vale of echo-
ing Lora ; but, behold, he comes from the
hill, like a fteed § in his ftrength, who finds his
companions in the breeze : and tolTes his bright
mane in the wind. — Blefl: be the foul of Clefsam-
"mor, why fo long from Selma ?
G Returns
* Fingal returns here from an expedition againft the
Romans, which was celebrated by Ollianin a poem cal-
led the jlrife of Crona.
t Probablv v/ax-lights j which are often mentioned
as carried, among other booty, f;om the Roman pro-
vince.
X Cleflamh mor, mighty deecis.
% Haft thou given the horfe ftrengrh r Haft thou
cloathedhis neck with thunder? He paweth in the val-
ley, and rejoiceth in his ftrength. ' Job.
"il(; J^'oli tU octroi 'iTTTrOi CtJiOTiKTsLi ItTI (pctTVUj
i^i<Ty.h oLTToppii^a.';, &c. Hom. 11. 6.