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2?6 THE SONUS OF SELMA.
Remembrance ! busy power, ah ! why recall
Days when we flourish'd, now for ever past !
Ah ! deeds that thrill the aged Ossian's soul,
Still fresh in memory's bound can yet be trac'd.
Minona now came forth in her beauty, Avith downcast
look and tearful eye ; her hair flew slowly on the blast that
rushed unfrequent from the hill. The souls of the heroes
were sad when she raised the tuneful voice ; for often had
they seen the grave of Salgar,""' and the dark dwelling of
white-bosomed Colma.f Colma left alone on the hill, with
all her voice of music ! Salgar promised to come ; but the
night descended round. Hear the voice of Colma, when she
sat alone on the hill.
SONG OF COLMA.
Now sable night the solemn scene invades,
And I am here envelop' d in its shades ;
Alone I wander, while the midnight storm,
Now roars aloud, and clouds the skies deform ;
Adown the shaggy rock the torrents pour,
No hut receives me from the driving shower ;
Amid the gloom of solemn night, with dread,
The howJing hill, forlorn and sad, I tread.
Rise, beauteous moon, in majesty of light,
And the dun shadows quickly put to flight ;
* Sealg-'er, '* a hunter."
t_Cul-math, "a woman with line hair."