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76 M O R D U T F.
As the feeble twig bends befrj re the ftorm,.
vhen angry ghods contend iri the fky ; fo henC
the race of Lochlln before the king of A1bin»
Swanar faw his coining, and thrice he ihook
his fpear.
But thou fnakeft it in vain, fon of the
fea. Albin's chief is a rock which laughs at
the ftorm. The ftrongeR waves ilirink with
terror from its angry brows.
But I never fhrunk with terror, faid the
king of the north. My arm is (Irong as an
hundred (lorms. Rocks, woods, and moun-
tains> oppofe not me. Have not I defeated the
force of the ocean ? — Stormy feas fpread them-
felves round my coafts, and cry with all their
threatening waves, < Thou fhalt go no further.*
But ye cry in vain, ye haughty feas ! Have
not I defeated your ftrength ; and fhall the king
of this land ftand before me?
Such were the words of the two chiefs ; but,
•when they raifed their terrible fpears, the
earth fhook around, trees fell torn from
their roots. Rocks groaned beneath their feet,
and^

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