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FAINASOLLIS.
IV.
Admii'ing, as the maid drew nigh,
The princes stood upon the plain ;
For wond'rous lovely to the eye
Was she who now had left the main.
Then tearful spoke that lovely one : —
" If thou art Fingal, aid me hence :
Thy count'nance is the wanderer's sun —
Thy shield, the helpless one's defence !"
VI.
In soothing voice the monarch said,
" beauteous branch in sorrow's bhght.
If hardy swords can give thee aid.
Our dauntless hearts will prove aright !"
VII.
" Oj I'm pursued on yonder sea ! —
He comes — a chief of savage fame !
The son of Sora's king is he —
Myro the Fierce, by rightful name !"

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