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A P O E M.
SELMA, by halls are sent. There is no found in the woods of Morven. The wave tumbles alone on the coast. The silent beam of the sun is on the field. The daughters of Morven come forth, like the bow of the shower; they look towards green Ullin for the white sails of the king. #. had promised to return, but the winds of the north arose.