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Book v.] FINGAL. 87
* Three clays entire, beside her love, she moarn'd ;
* And then a corpse was by the hunters found.
* This spacious tomb they rais'd above the three: 330
* And, here intombed with tlic chiefs of fame,
* Thy son, O Morven's king, may ever rest.'
* And here my son shall rest,' reply'd Fingal,
* Amongst the chiefs, whose fame has reach'd my ears.
* And Oria too, pale youth of Locla's streams, 33i
* Fillan and Fergus, also hither bring.
* Nor shall my Ryno then unec[uaird lie
* When Orla sleeps entombed by his side.
* Weep, Morven's daughter, and, of Loda's streams
' Ye beauteous maids ! For they, upon the hills, 340
* Grew like a tree ; and, like the desert-oak,
' Have fall'n together ; when across the stream
* It lies, and withers in the mountain-wind.
* How they have fall'n, O Oscar, first of youths,
* Thou witnessest. Like them, seek fame on earth ; 345
* And thee, like them, the tuneful bards shall sing.
' Dreadful in battle were their warlike forms ;
* But calm was Ryno in the days of peace.
* So shines the distant rainbow on the stream,
' When Mora's heights obscure the setting sun ; 3hl^
* And on the hills of deer still silence reigns.
* Rest, youngest of my sons ; — O Ryno, rest
' On Lena's plains. We too shall be no more.
* For, one day 7nust tlie strongest ivarrierfalL'
Such was thy grief, thou king of Morven's hills, ,*►.):">
When speechless on the earth thy Ryno lay : —
What therefore must the grief of Ossian be.
Since thou thyself art now for ever gone !
No more thy distant voice on Genu sounds ;