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A POEM. 217
followed our flcps : the lovely ftrangers were at my
fide. Diinthalrno heard the ibund of our approach ;
he gathered the iirength of Teutha. — He ifocd on
a iiill with his holt: they were like rocks broken
L with
boar at a hunting party. The lamentation of liis niif-
trefs, or wife, Mingala, over his body, is extant j but
whether it is of Offian's ccmpofition, I cannot deter-
mine. It is generally afcribed to him, and has much of
his manner ; but fonie traditions mention it as an imi-
tation by fome later bard. • As it has feme poetical
merit, I have fubjoinedit.
THE fpoufe of Dargo comes in tears : for Dargo
was no more ! the heroes figh over Lartho's
chief: and what fhall fad P\4ingala do .'^ The dark foul
vanilhed like morning mill, before the king of fpears :
but the generous glowed in his prefence like the morning
liar.
Who was the faireft and moft lovely ? Who but Col-
lath's (lately fon ? who fat in the midil of the wuc, but
Dargo of the mighty deeds .''
Thy hand touched the trembling harp : Thy voice
was foft as fummer- winds. — Ah me! what Ihpdi the
heroes lay } for Dargo fell before a boar. Pale is the
lovely cheek } the look of which was firm in danrer !
— \Vhy had thou failed on our hills, thou fairer man
the beams of the fun.
The daughter of Adonfion was lovely in the eves of
the valiant ; {\\q was lovely in their eyes, but (lie chofe
to be the fpoufe of Dargo.
But thou art alone, Mingala ! the night is cor.iinr
with its clouds ; where is the bed of thy repofe } \\ here
but in the tomb of Dargo .''
Why doll thou lift the ftone, O bard ! why doil thou
fhut the narrow houfe } Mingala's eyes are heavy, bard !
She muft fleep with Dargo.
Lall night I heard the fong of joy m Lartho's lofty
hall. But fiience dwells around my bed. Mingala reib
with Dargo.