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EFFUSION XXX.

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THE

COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA.[1]

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HOW long will ye round me be swelling,
O ye blue-tumbling waves of the Sea?
Not always in Caves was my dwelling,
Nor beneath the cold blast of the Tree.
Thro' the high-founding hills of Cathlóma
In the steps of my Beauty I stray'd;
The Warriors beheld Ninathóma,
And they blessed the white-bosom'd Maid!