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ce, and the morning returned with joy, No foe came in darkness, with his glittering spear, The joy of Croma was great; for the gloomy Rothmar was fallen.
they laid the chief in earth. The aged Crothaf
was there, but his figh was not heard. He . - search
The wind still founds between the hills, and whistles through the grass of the rock. The firs fall from their place. The turfy hut is torn, The clouds, divided, fly over the sky, and shew the burning stars. The meteor, token of death : the parkling through the gloom. It reas on the hill. I see the withered fern, the dark-brow* rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his throwd beneath the tree, by the stream : - The waves dark-tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky fides. The boat is brimful in the cove; - B 3 the