Ossian Collection > Fingal

2 INTRODUCTORY.
That light no more around her dwells,
Nor stirs that breath her leaves among-,
Her harp, a mournful emblem, tells,
She WAS the bosom of the song.
Thou Ossin, nor from hill nor plain,
Now bidd'st tlie patriot battle roll,
Nor Clonra hears thy plaintive strain,
That breath'd soft sorrow on the soul.
And thou, oh Caroll, child of gladness,
Light as joj, and wild as madness,
Thou'rt in the drear and desert heath,
Where darkness desolately sighs ;
Where o'er thee, round thee, and beneath.
Stern horror howls death's lullabies.
Coldly ye sleep, ye bards of old.
Yet lives your lore, a ling'iing gleam,
Tho' dim, dark, silent years have roll'd
Their shadowy clouds round mem'ry's beam.