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SUL-MALLA OF LUMON 383
secret heath, which awakes at the voice of the blast,
and sends its beam abroad. Amidst the song removed
the daughter of kings, like the voice of a summer-breeze :
when it lifts the heads of flowers, and curls the lakes and
streams. The rustling sound gently spreads o'er the vale,
softly-pleasing as it saddens the soul.
By night came a dream to Ossian ; formless stood
the shadow of Trenmor. He seemed to strike the dim
shield, on Selma's streamy rock. I rose, in my rattling
steel ; I knew that war was near, before the winds our
sails were spread ; when Lumon shewed its streams to
the morn.
Come from the watching of night, Malvina, lovely
beam !

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