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A P O E M. 215
mourn ? He Is of the race of heroes, and a flame in war. Your
fathers have been foes, but now their dim ghofts rejoice in death.
They ftretch their arms of mift to the fame fliell in Loda. For-
get their rage, ye warriors, it was the cloud of other years."
Such were the deeds of Oflian, while yet his locks were young :
tho' lovelinefs, with a robe of beams, clothed the daughter of
many ifles. — We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have
rolled away !
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