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ico COLNA-DONA:
There Car-uJ brightened between his aged
locks, when he beheld the fons of his friends,
like two young branches before him.
" Sons of the mighty," he faid, " ye bring
back the days of old, when firft I defcended
from waves, on Selma's ftreamy vale ! I pur-
fued Duthmocarglos, dweller of ocean's wind.
Our fathers had been foes, we met by Clutha's
winding waters. He fled, along the fea, and
my fails were fpread behind him. Night de-
ceived me, on the deep. I came to the dwel-
ling of kings, to Selma of high-bofomed maids.
Fingal came forth with his bards, and Con-
loch, arm of death. I feafted three days in
the hall, and faw the blue eyes of Erin, Rof-
crana, daughter of heroes, light of Cormac's
race. Nor forgot did my fteps depart : the
kings gave their fhields to Car-ul : they hang,
on high, in Col-amon, in memory of the paft.
Sons of the daring kings, ye bring back the
days of old !"
Car-ul kindled the oak of feafts. He took
two boffes from our mields. He laid them in
earth, beneath a ftone, to fpeak to the hero's
race. " When battle," faid the king, " lhall
roar, and our fons are to meet in wrath. My
race mall look, perhaps, on this ftone, when
they prepare the fpear. Have not our fathers
met in peace, they will fay, and lay afide the
fhield ?"
Night came down. In her long locks
moved the daughter of Car-ul. Mixed with
the harp arofe the voice of white-armed Col-
3 na-dona.