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rock of Morven replied; and the bounding roes came forth. The foes were troubled in my presence: and collected their darkened host; for

the arms of my youth.

Morni “) sat beneath a tree, at the roar. ing waters of Strumon **): his locks of 'age are gray; he leans forward on his staff; young Gaul is near the hero, hearing the battles of

his youth. Often did he rise, in the fire of

his foul, at the mighty deeds of Morni.

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*) Morni was chief of a numerous tribe, in the days

\ of Fingal and his father Comhal. The last-mentioned hero was killed in battle against Morni's tribe; but the valour and condućt of Fingal reduced them, at last, to obedience. We find the two heroes perfeółly reconciled in this poem.

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warrior covered himself with steel. He took the spear in his hand, which was often stained with the blood of the valiant. He came towards Fingal, his son attended his steps. The son of Comhal rejoiced over the warrior, when he came in the locks of his age. ,

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ing joy of Fingal; do I behold thee in arms, after thy strength has failed? Often has Morni

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nown is in the song. The people behold thee, and bless the departure of mighty Morni. Why

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Son of Comhal, , replied the chief, the strength of Morni's arm has failed. I attempt to draw the sword of my youth, but it re. mains in its place. I throw the spear, but it falls short of the mark; and I feel the weight of my shield. We decay, like the grass of the

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sword has not been lifted against the foe, neither has his fame begun. I come with him to

battle ; to direct his arm. His renown will be a fun to my soul, in the dark hour of my departure. O that the name of Morni were forgot among the people! that the heroes would only say, “Behold the father of Gaul!"

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King of Strumon, Fingal replied, Gaul fhall lift the sword in battle. But he shall lift it before Fingal; my arm shall defend his youth. But rest thou in the halls of Selma, and hear

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of Fingal; left the foe find you alone; and your fame fail at once.

I saw ") Gaul in his arms, and my foul was mixed with his ; for the fire of the battle was in his eyes! he looked to the foe with joy. We spoke the words of friendship in secret: and the lightning of our swords poured together; for we drew them behind the wood, and

tried the strength of our arms on the empty air.

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