FOLDATH, IN THE CAVERN OF MOMA FROM THE SAME
FOLDATH, ADDRESSING THE SPIRITS OF HIS FATHERS
In your presence dark I stand:
Spirits of my sires! disclose,
Shall my steps, o'er Atha's land,
Pass to Ullin of the roes?
ANSWER.
Thou to Ullin's plains shalt go:
There shall rage the battle loud:
O'er the fall'n thy fame shall grow,
Like the gath'ring thunder-cloud.
There thy blood-stain'd sword shall gleam,
Till, around while danger roars,
Cloncath, the Reflected Beam,
Come from Moruth's sounding shores.
