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82 Fl^NGAL. [Book V.
* And greatly his once hunted hoars rejoice.
' Fall'n is the arm of battle, and the man 170
' Amongst the valiant notetl, low is laid !
* Exalt the voice, ye sons of Morven's king,
' y\nd wind the horn ; and let us straight return
* To Swaran, and in song dismiss the night.
' Swift Fillan, Oscar, Ryno in the race, 175
* Like light'ning, o'er the heath of Lena fly —
' But where art thou, O Ryno, son of fame ?
* Thou art not wont to greet thy father last.' —
* Ryno,' said Ullin, first of skilful bards,
* ^Vith his forefathers' awful forms now sleeps. ISO
* With once-renowned Trathal, king of shields ;
' And Trenmor, once-fam'd chief of mighty deeds ;
' Low lies the youth on Lena's shady heath.
* That face is pale, which once with fervor glow'd ."
* And fell the swiftest in the sounding chase — 185
* The first to bend the bow !' reply'd the king.
' To me thy person scarcely has been known.
* Alas, so soon why did young Ryno fall I
* Peaceful and soft on Lena be thy sleep !
* E'er long, Fingal shall thee again behold: — 190
' Soon shall my voice of strength be heard no more ;
* And soon my footsteps cease to meet the eye.
* Fingal's renown the tuneful bards shall sing,
' And stones my name from age to age record,
* But low indeed, before renown in war IPi
' Thou didst acquire, art thou, my Ryno, fall'n !
* Ullin, for Ryno strike the tuneful harp,
' And tell what fame the chief would soon have gain'd.
* Farewell, thou chief, the first in ev'ry field !
' Thy dart no more shall I direct. That face 20«
* So fair, I now no more behold! Farewell !'