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Hark! loud on the rising blast a joyous tone,
Proud as the mandate from a monarch's throne!
'Raise the song, ye bards! raise the warlike song;
Sing of wars—the streamy Carun long
Has seen the loud battle. Caracel has fled;
He who afar his host so proudly spread,
From our arms he fled! and his glory fades
Like a fallen star in night's gloomy shades,
When winds o'er the heath drive it wildly on,
And dark woods are gleaming,—thus is he gone!
I heard a voice;—was it the low-toned air?
Or the voice of the huntress with hand so fair?
Daughter of Sarno! from thy rock look thou;
Let me hear the voice of Comala now.'

From the dark rock of Ardven she look'd down,
But all light from Comala now had flown;
Her spirit sank slow in the shades of death;
But she call'd on his name with her fleeting breath
'Take me, oh spirit, to thy home of rest!
To die with thee, oh Fingal! I am blest.'

'Come to my cave, and let thee there repose;—
The storm is past, the gates of day unclose;
The sun shines on our fields; oh, let it guide
To Fingal's cave the footsteps of his bride!
Huntress of echoeing Ardven! haste thee now;
Fingal has not forgot thee, or his vow.'