Ossian Collection > Fingal

im T E M O R A.
liolds the battles which ought to come, but they are cut oft from
thy fame. When fliall joy dwell at Selma ? When fliall the long
of grief ceafe on Morven ? My fons fall by degrees : Fingal raall be
the laft of his race. The fame which I have received rtiall pafs
away : my age will be without friends. I fliall fit like a gray cloud
in my hall : nor fhall I expert the return of a fon, in the midft of
his founding arms. Weep, ye heroes of Morven ! never more lliall
Ofcar rife !
And they did weep, O Fingal ; dear was the hero to their fouls.
He went out to battle, and the foes vanillied ; he returned, in peace,
amidfl their joy. No father mourned his fon flain in youth ; no
brother his brother of love. They fell, without tears, for the chief
of the people was low ! Bran * is howling at his feet : gloomy Luath
is fid, for he had often led them to the chacc ; to the bounding
roes of the defart.
When Ofcar beheld his friends around, his white breafl: rofe
with a figh.-^The groans, he faid, of my aged heroes, the howling
of my dogs, the fudden burfts of the fong of grief, have melted Of-
car's foul. My foul, that never melted before ; it was like the fleel
of my fword. — Oflian, carry me to my hills ! Raife the ftones of my
fame. Place the horn of the deer, and my fword within my
narrow dwelling. — The torrent hereafter may raife the earth of
my tomb : the hunter may find the fleel and fay, " This has been
" O fear's fword."
* Bran v/as one of Fingal's dogs. — He in the tranflator's hands, has given him the
was (o remarkable for his fleetnefs, that fame properties with Virgil's Camilla,
the poet, in a piece which is not juft now
Anh