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214 "T H E SONGS OF S E L M A.
filence of night ; calm as the breaft of the lake when the loud
wind is laid.
Narrow is thy dwelling now; dark the place of thine abode.
With three fteps I compafs thy grave, O thou who waft fo great
before ! Four ftones, with their heads of mofs, are the only memo-
rial of thee. A tree with fcarce a leaf, long grafs which whiftles
in tlic wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty
Morar. Morar ! thou art low indeed. Thou haft no mother to
mourn thee ; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is fhe that
brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.
Who on his ftaft'is this .'' who is this, whofe head is white with
age, whofe eyes are red with tears, who quakes at every ftep. — It is
thy father *, O Morar ! the father of no fon but thee. He heard
of thy fame in battle ; he heard of foes difperfed. He heard of
Morar's famej why did he not hear of his wound ? Weep, thou
father of Morar ! weep ; but thy fon heareth thee not. Deep is the
fleep of the dead ; low their pillow of duft. No more fliall he hear
thy voice ; no more fhall he awake at thy call. When fhall it be
morn in the grave, to bid the flumberer awake ?
F^AREWEL, thou braveft of men ! thou conqueror in the field !
but the field fhall fee thee no more ; nor the dark wood be lightened
with the fplendor of thy llcel. Thou hall: left no fon. But the
fong fliall preferve thy name. Future times fliall hear of thee i they
fliall hear of the fallen Morar.
The grief of all arofe, but moft the burfting figh of Armin -f-.
He remembers the death of his fon, who fell in the days of his
* Torman, the fon ofCarthul, lord of king c! Gorms, i. e. tie l/Iufi/IdnJ, fuppoCed
I-mora, one of the wefiern iflcs. to be one of the Hebrides.
t Armin, a here. He was chief or petty
youth.