Galic Antiquities

A P O E M. 147
when it lifts 'ts head through clouds and fmiles on the valley of
filcnce.
Blessed, faid Crimoina, be the chief of Morven, the friend of
the feeble in the day of their danger !—But what fliould Crimoina
do in her land ;
where every rock and hill, every tree and murmuring
brook, would awake her flumbering forrow? The youths
whom I fcorned, when they would behold me, would laugh, and
fay, Where is now thy Armor ? You may fiy it, but I will not
hear you ; I live in a land that is diflant. I end my fliort day
with the maids of Morven. Their hearts, like tliat of their king,
will feel for the unhappy.
We brought Crimoina with us to our land.
We gave her fair
hand to Dargo. But ftill, at times, flie was fad; the fecret ftreams,
as they pafTed, heard on their banks her figh.—-Crimoina, thy day,
indeed, was fliort.
The firings of the harp are wet, while the bai'd
repeats thy tale.
One day as we purfued the deer on Morven's darkly heath,
the
fliips of Lochlin appeared on our feas, wuth all their white fails,
and nodding mads. We tliought it might be to demand Crimoina.
" I will not fight," faid Connas of the little foul, " till I firfl
know if that flranger loves our race. Let us purfue the boar, and
dye the robe of Dargo with his blood.
Then let us carry the body
of her hufljand home, and fee how flje will mourn for his lofs."
We heard, in an evil horn-, the advice of Connas. We purfued
the foaming boar. We brought him low in the echoing woods.
Two held him in all his foam, while Connas pierced him through
with die fpear.
Dargo lay down, and we fprinkled him over with the blood.
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