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•arrow houfe ; and their voice was not heard in
Sehna. UlHn had returned one day from the
chafe, before the heroes fell. He heard their
ftrife on the hill ; their fong was foft but fad.
They mourned the fall of Morar, firfl of mortal
men. His foul was like the foul of Fingal ; his
Iword like the fword of Ofcar. — But he fell, and
his father mourned : his fifter's eyes were full of
tears.' Minona's eyes were full of tears, the
fifler of car-borne Morar. She retired from the
fong of Ullin, like the moon in the weft, when
ihe forefees the fhower, and hides her fair head
in a cloud. — I touched the harp, with Ullin j
the fong of mourning rofe.
R Y N o.
The wind and the rain are over : calm as the
noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven.
Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red
through the ftony vale comes down the ftream of
the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O ftream!
but more fvveet is the voice I hear. It is the
voice of Alpin, the fon of the fong, mourning
for the dead. Bent is his head of age, and red
his tearful eye. Alpin, thou fon of the fong,
why alone on the filent hill ? why complaineft
thou, as a blaft in the v/cod ; as a wave on the
lonely fhore }
A L p I x.
My tears, O Ryno ! are for the dead; my
voice, for the inhabitants of the grave. Tall
thou art on the hill ; fair among the fons of the
plain,