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36 M O R D U T H.
Bend forward your awful prefence from
the clouds of your reft, warriors of old 1
ye who raife no more the fpear in battJes, be
near. Your fons Ihall hear of your ftren^th;
and a tear will trickle <Jo^\'ri their cheeks
Avhen they pafs by the narrow dwelling of the
mighty.
A tale of other years rufhes on my foul. I
remember the deeds of the days that are part.
Gloomy was the night; for the moon hid
her fair face from the ftorm. The ftars lay
afleep among the folds of their dark clouds.
Winds and fcas came in hade from other
lands. The battles of rocks and ftorrns were
terrible, when the ghoft of Salmor * came
forth from his watery bed in the womb of ocean.
His footfleps were on the frothy wings of the
troubled
* The poems concerning this Salmor arc now loft ; but
tradition mskes frequent mention of liim. He was drown-
cd, in pafling from the continent of Scodand to his own
honfe, in one of the Hebrides, on hearing that his wife
was taken prifoner, and his lands laid waftc by Tuthmar,
a chief of Norway, whofe father Salmor is laid to have
killed in battle. A beautiful poem is faid to have been
compofcJ by Salmor's bard, on this fubjedt; but the
iraiiflator ha$ not been fbiucky as to ir.cct with it.

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