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98 CALTHOXX AXD CAOLMHAL.
A snowy bosom for praise rose ; 300
Her look lowered in sadness to earth.
In silence I looked at the heroes ;
My spear fell from my hand unnerved ;
A sigh in my bosom rose high ;
When I heard who the maiden was, 305
The tears fastly fell from the brave.
All hail to the bright beam of youth !
I forthwith put the strife in motion.
Son of caverns high on the mount,
Why speaks Ossian of Tuaid's dead ? 310
Forgotten in the land of towers,
Their graves are not seen on the field.
The dark years have come with their storms ;
Their mounds have fallen to the ground.
Not seen is the grave of Duntalmo, 315
Nor the place where he fell by my hand.
With vision bedimmed, in the night,
By the oak that brightens the hall,
A hero hoar with age will tell
His children around of his deeds, 320
And how fell by heroes the Tuaids ;
To his voice the youngsters will lean,
With wonder and joy in their eyes.
Brave Calthonn I found at an oak,
I cut the hard thongs from his hands ; 325
I gave him the modest bright maid
Of fair form, high bosom and full ;
They dwell over in Tuaid's hall.