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THE 6LD BARD'S WISH. 149
Ilaft thou forfaken me, happy dream ? Re-
turn yet one tranfient gleam, O memory of
the paii ! — 'But, alas, thou heardft me not.
Sorrow ruQies on my foul, like the winged
blaft: that whiltJes in my aged h^cks. — Y^
mountains who hav^ feen my ftrength, fare-
well! Farewell, dear companions of my youth !
— Ye virgins uf the beautiful aibecH:, adieu !
The joy of fummer is yours ; but my winter
ihill be everlafting.
O lay me near the hoarfe voice of the fal-
ling dream, that tumbles in ft'oathy hafte from
the clitfy brow ; and let the laft fliutting of
my eyes ,be foftened by t.ie foolhing found.
Fiace my harp, and a full ihi^ll by my fide;
aiid let the Ihield that covered my fathers in
battle be near.
Come, O cloud, that travels over. many feas !
B-tar rm on thy miity wings to the Ifle of Peace,
where the heroes of old nod their dim heads
in awful flumbers. Open the hall where Of-
fian and Deal refide * •, for the evening will
T come
* 1 hi? j)?.{\\gt furnilhes an inftaiicc of the vanity to
which every chls of men is liable, when once the popu-
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