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A POEM. 309
that wander beyond the fun, and fliall not for ages come forward.
to hear its moruiug voice : tell them, and the children who fliall
behold them, that here we bade the battle ceafe. — Let the mofs
of years cover thee, thou fign of peace on Moru th ; let the ghofls
of the dead defend thee. Let no unfriendly hand ; no ftormy
blaft, while Moruth's heath fliall laft, or that dark flream fliall
run, come nigh thee !"
The night was fpent in the feaft. With morning the people of
Cuthon retired. The bards raifcd the mournful fong to their chief;
nor were the harps of Morven filent.
Cuthon ! thy arm was mighty, and thy foul of battle gi'eat.
Often have I feen thee hover, a dark cloud from ocean's mift, a-
bove the field of thy fame. But now I fee thee not ; though at
times I hear thy blafl: in the gray hair of Moruth's pine. I hear
thee, when I fit beneath it, as now, in the gathering of the
evening fliades, and liflen to the murmur of the pafling ftreani. —
Sweet is thy nightly fong, O ft;ream ; fweet is thy hum in the
wandering of thy courfe.
But it is late, and the bard will retire from the ftorm of night ;
for the ruftllng wing of the heath-cock, lighting on his mofly bed,
is heard. Is not that his voice, bidding his mate to hafte her
home ? — Mate of mine ! Evirallin ! the time hath been when thus
I cried, from my booth, to thee. Now I cry ; but there is no
friend to anfwer, flive the mimic rock, and the voice of the hollow
flream. Fingal is with his fathers. Ofcar is no more. Evirallin
is
lands, are ftill approached with awe, and fions ; and probably contributed much to
fuppofed to be inhabited by £^f;:;7. — They maintain among them peace and good
were generally fituated on the bounda- neighbourhood.
ries between different clans and poflef- f In