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tears, who quakes at every ftep. — It is thy fa-
ther *, 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 fame ; 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 fhall he hear thy voice ; no
more fliall he' awake at thy call. When fhall it
be morn in the grave, to bid the flumberer a-
wake ?
Farewell, thou bravell; of men ! thcu con-
queror in the field ! but the field fliall fee thee
no more ; nor the dark wood be lightened with
the fplendor of thy fteel. Thou haft left no fon.
But the fong fhall preferve thy name. Future
times fhall hear of thee ; they fhall hear of the
fallen Morar.
The grief of all arofe, but moft the burfting
figh of Armin f , He remembers the death of
hrs fon, who fell in the days of his youth. Car-
mor :j: was near the hero, the chief of the ec-
choing Galmal. Why burfts the figh of Armin,
he faid ? Is there a caufe to mourn ? The fong
comes, with its mufic, to melt and pleafe the
* Tornion, the fon of Carthul, lord of I-mora,
one of the vveftern iiles,
•j- Armin, a hero. He was chief or petty king
of Gorma, i. e. the blue iJJand, fuppofed to be one of
(he Hebrides.
X Cear-mdr, a tall dark-complexioned mani
foyl.