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THE liOOK OP CLANRAXAUl. 267
The hospitalitA* tlirou-liuuf Iimsipill
Ls not so bountifully nursed,
Yes, without the nourishing drink of metheglin ;
Dispirit rules the glory of the Gael.
As a man with wounds in his troubles,
Full of anxiety and extreme oppression.
The hospitality finds no place of rest
In the delightful blue land of the Gael.
As a foster son is after his foster father
Full of sadness and tribulation ;
The best of the good protecting men having departed,
No wonder this anguish should arise.
Sir Norman, who is now at the will of the worm,
Calmed the lamenting to pleasing looks ;
And after all that, he is away from all parties,
His repute from him without shepherd.
Thf sway of the tribe of Leod is lessened,
"Without a chief furthcoming of equal power ;
The tribe of herds are in lasting sorrow,
Their hereditary sway is altered.
Their rulers are of short duration over them
Compared with other tribes of the Scots ;
To them it is dangerous, be they ever so guarded,
That he is not long lived among them.
Death gains a defeat hy prostrating all on their backs.
Without war, without fighting a battle,
Everlastingly against all tribes that have lived.
Of the best and most powerful races.
There is but a remnant of a noble clan
By a loss sustained by the parties ;
Without disparagement to the Gael or Gall,
He was their chief champion, but he does not live.
In heaven there is no cause of jealousy.
Heaven draws their fortunes ;
The praise is conferred on the church,
The hour of their destiny has passed.
Heroes that failed not to gain the victory,
They passed iheir time in pleasures ;
Select princes of extensive lands
Are in a fervour of grief in one hour.